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Sinead Nermia

"I'm not always nice."

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a character in “Rogue of Thedan”, as played by RainbowFace

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Name:
Sinead Nermia

Age:
23

Race:
Elf

Type:
Baker. Best one around, too.

Description:
Just as the picture shows. Sinead's hair is a lovely black colour, streaked with long pieces of grey. It reaches her thighs, and she usually keeps it up in a long, loose braid, with her bangs hanging over her face. Her eyes are a mesmerizing mixture of red and grey, but often change with her mood. (Red for Passionate/Loving, Grey for Sad/Calm, Black for Angry/Disturbed.) Her skin is a extremely pale white, and is dotted with freckles across the bridge of her nose and arms. She aslso has a scar going across her back from when she fell out of tree as a child. Her face is long and slightly pudgy (Hey, she's a baker. How is she supposed to make to many sweets, and resist all of them?), and her cheeks are tinted slightly pink. She is pretty short (5'4), and weighs roughly 133 pounds. Her stomach is chubby, but she is by no means fat. Her tattoo is a picture of an extremely detailed hand, with a gaping hole in the middle of it. It is placed, surprisingly, on the palm of her hand.

Strengths/Abilities:
Sinead's tattoo's ability, is that she able to sense other people emotions, yet she is unable to tamper with them. A downfall of this, is that if she, say, came across a terribly depressed person, she too, would become very upset.

She is a skilled tree climber/ explorer, and you can often find her roaming the dense forest next to her house.

Her eyesight is very keen, and she can see details that most other elven people couldn't even see.

Weakness:
~Extreme amounts of sunlight (She's extremely fair.)
~People (Specificly Angry/Sad people, as she takes their feeling for her own.)

Personality:
Sinead is a child at heart, playful and joyful, though she doesn't talk much. Sinead usually talks with a stutter, and a thick accent. Her laugh is contagious, and often lights up the whole room. She can often make the sadist of people happy, just by smiling of telling a couple of jokes. She is very apithetic towards others as well. She might seem childish, but she is very mature, and can be extremely serious at times, when this nature is called for. She allows her face to express her emotions, mostly her eyes. She does have a serious side though, and a bit of a temper to boot. She can be set off very easily, and you don't want this to happen. She can become violent quickly, and behind the happy, smiling face, is a cold-blooded killer (This side of her rarely comes out. Only in batte, where she usually surpirses her peers with the amount of energy she puts out). She is extremely intelligent, and a very talented singer, as well.

Orientation:
Bisexual

Equipment:
A hand-made Bow-and-Arrow she keeps in the house above her bakery.

She keeps a small dagger strapped to her thigh at all times, in case of an attack where she isn't able to find another weapon.

History:
Sinead's parents where killed in the Elven/Human war when she was 6. The war has scarred her greatly, and she usually become very depressed whenever anybody brings it up, as most elves do. She barely escaped with her life, and stayed locked up in her tree house for a long time, terrifed to come out. She eventually got over her fear of others, and finally left her forest, and took refuge in a small bakery, invited in by a large, friendly man. It took her a very long time to become comfortable for the man to touch er (I.E: Give her hugs, pat her head, ect) but after months of her being skiddish, she eventually became okay with it. She grew up in the bakery, the whole town unknowing to her being an elf, as her hair covered her ears well. She often wore a bandage over her tattoo, but as an adult, she never wears it. She loved baking so much, that after her "Father" died, she took on the family buissness, and is now the town most famous baker.
(Sorry it's so short. Will most likely be drawn out more in the RP.)

So begins...

Sinead Nermia's Story

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Sinead stood, sweat slowly rolling down her fair forhead. The continued kneading the dough in front of her, breath coming out in small 'huffs' as she punched and rolled, punched and rolled. The sun was low in the sky, and the air in the bakery was slightly chilled, but Sinead didn't notice. The smell of pasteries wafted through the air, a true bakers paradise. Sinead loved her job, even if she wasn't a people person. Her baking skills were known throughout the village, and nobody dare compete with her. The door opened, and the small bell rang, signaling Sinead that somebody had arrived.

A young couple walked in, hand in hand. Sinead greated them warmly, whiping her flour covered hands off on her large, white apron. The couple walked around teh bakery, having a hard time choosing. Eventually, they decided on a box of apple pasteries. Sinead smiled, accepted the money they handed her, and gave them the box of baked goods. The door's bell rang again as the couple left, their gasps of delight leaving with them

Soon after, Sinead got back to work, filling up baking pans' with the fresh dough. While she worked, she began to sing, her voice echoing through
out the bakery. It was a song her father used to sing to her years ago, and several of the words were missing.

"Trees with leaves...humhumhumhum" Sinead laughed at herself, shoving the pans into the hot oven. Leaning on the flour and sugar coated counter infront of her, Sinead's grey eyes scanned over the bakery from her childhood. Same worn wooden floors, same bricked walls. Shelves lined the walls, filled with assorted sweets and breads. Candles burned in the darker corners, lighting them up brightly.

"Same, same, same." She said, turning back to her work.

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"Here is the meat you requested." Loghain said, handing the sloppily wrapped package to the butcher, who grabbed the dripping paper hastily, and wiped the blood it had dripped on his counter.

"Thank ye lad, did you have much trouble uh, procu...pro...gettin' it?" The older man asked. Loghain nodded.

"I haven't used a bow in quite a while...I considered lopping its head off," He motioned the blade on his back. "But that wouldn't be very sporting, would it?" he said with a weak smile.

"Aye lad." the butcher chuckled. "Here's yer pay." The butcher handed the man a generous handful of coin. "Have a good night." Loghain nodded, and exited the shop. He considered going back to the inn he was staying in for the night, but decided that being in the butcher's shop had roused his appetite, as he hadn't eaten since the morning, and, while the inn was comfortable, it's food was...less than reputable. He decided to find a decent place to eat.

As he wondered down a street, looking for a place to sate his hunger, a wafting smell caught his attention, and as he moved further along the street, he heard faint singing. He tracked the source of the delicious smell to a small, but charming bakery, and decided to eat there. He considered leaving his sword outside, but couldn't bear the thought that it may be stolen by a passer by, and entered the store with the giant blade still comfortably resting in it's fur sheath, on his back.

He browsed the shelves for a few seconds, then approached the counter, where a small elven girl worked, tirelessly kneading and baking. "I'll take anything that's loaded with strawberries." he said with another faint smile.

The setting changes from City of Thedan to Thedan

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#, as written by Siryn
Red Dragon Inn: Acele

Darkness had covered the city. The moon shone brightly down into the street. Acele leaned against the windowpane, watching the streets below. Behind her, the sound of a chair moving was the only thing that told of Thalion's presence. Rissien had long since left and gone to his own room. The rogue gave a soft huff of irritation as she stood there.

"That's not going to do anything," Thalion called softly. She didn't turn around, knowing full well what he meant. She was trying to solve all the problems at once, and worrying if she was ever going to get to the bottom of anything. Acele tapped her fingers against the glass, leaned forward and then shoved off the window. Turning, she crossed her arms over her chest to level a cool stare at the elf. He was leaned back in the chair, his broad sword held in one hand, the blade shoved in the floor between his legs.

"I would rather be out there trying to solve our problems, than be stuck in here doing nothing."

"You can't go out there the ghosts will kill you."

"You don't know that," she retorted.

"Acele," his voice took on a different note as he let the chair drop on all fours and opened his eyes to look at her, "Magic is bringing them out to haunt the cities streets, magic is not something to be underestimated."

Acele glowered at him, her jaw set hard as she resisted the urge to grind her teeth. The elf held his ground, though. He was one of the very few to win out against her. She was finding it difficult to argue with him, that made it irritating, but at the same time, more attractive. The rogue turned away from him, giving a sigh of frustration as she knew she'd lost that battle with him.

"We will go in the morning, Adan is our priority."

"I know."

A hard knock came to the door. It was fast, almost urgent. She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to look. Who could it possibly be? she asked herself. Her hand reached to her lower back and twisted around the hilt of her dagger. Thalion got up slowly and reached for the door, his hand still gripping his weapon. Once the door was opened, a frightened patron came stumbling inside. Thalion grasped the woman by the shoulders as she fell. Her face was pale and in shock, fear painted clearly on her face.

"Please! Help me!"

"Take a deep breathe, calm down. Now tell me what happened," Thalion ordered her smoothly. The woman trembled in his grip, but she seemed to compose herself better before continuing.

"My son, he hasn't returned to the inn. I've heard of the curse, I fear he is dead! Please, you must help me find him!"

Thalion looked up from her face to Acele. The rogue gave a nod. He released the woman and put his blade over his back, "Stay here. We will find your son."

They left Acele's room and went to Rissien's where Thalion gave the wood door a hard knock. The young man answered a few minutes after, his eyes blurry with sleep but filled with concern, "What's going on?"

"A woman's son hasn't come back to the inn. We need to find him."

Rissien wasted no time and in a few moments they were down in the inn's dining room and out the door. The innkeeper yelled at them as they left, concern in his voice as he tried to call them back. Chilly night air spread across Acele's skin. She could feel the dreadful curse of Thedan's nights. The white fog had already layered the street in a thin blanket. She reached behind her back and drew out her blades.

"We have to do this quickly."


Faine and Thyra

"Blasted night curse," Faine growled as he and his guild ran through the streets. Behind them, there were several ghosts trailing them, intent on having their blood. The guild leader hadn't calculated his timing quite right and for that he'd lost several of his men to the swords of the dead. The only one capable of fighting off the onslaught of the slow ghosts was Thyra. However, that was only because she wasn't truly alive. Her form faded next to him and she was running next to him. Her familiar cool features unaffected by the threat that glided after them.

"There, Faine," she said pointing to a lit building just down the street and tucked away from the rest of the houses. It was on the edge of the city, but still well within the walls to be considered a part of Thedan. He growled a response to her and bolted for the door of the lit house, thick smells of bread filled the air. He shouted to his men as they followed, a few more falling to the dead's blades. In the end only five of his men survived. He ushered them inside.

Together Thyra and him pushed the door closed and barricaded it with whatever table was near by. Damn things, it's a bloody blessing they can't get into houses. Course that's just as strange anyway, he thought. The sound of Thyra's blades coming free caught his attention. He whirled around to glare at who it was that had got her worked up. A young woman was staring at them in confusion, she looked as if she'd gotten frozen in place. Then there was a man who didn't look all that pleased to see him and his thieves guild barging into the shop. Faine glowered at the two.

"Now then, keep to yourselves and there'll be no trouble," he threatened, his hand on his sword.


Acele

A terrified scream filled the air. This alerted her of the boys presence. He wasn't too far from Acele and her companions. They rushed down the street towards the scream. There was a crash, another cry of terror and then the young boy was bolting from a side street right at the rogue. She was already in a head long rush, and couldn't stop herself from running into him. She sheathed both daggers, reached out and picked the boy up into her arms as she threw herself to the cobblestones. As she came down, she felt a rush of air over her shoulders and back. Rolling, she came up with the boy under her, one hand on his shoulder to keep him down, the other reaching for her blade. Acele had just barely missed getting her head taken from her shoulders by a ghost that slowly lumbered towards her.

She withdrew her dagger and raised the weapon to catch the ghost's sword as it came down at her. The blade rang across hers, surprising her that the ethereal beings weapon could even hit hers. Drawing her other blade she got up from where she straddled the terrified boy. Rissien yelled to the child to run to him, and he did so. She let him go to the warrior, knowing that Rissien would protect him. Now that they'd found the child, they needed to get off the streets. Staying locked up in a house seemed to keep the ghosts at bay, yet another hint marking the strange occurrence to be linked with a form of magic. Acele dropped down, twisting under another lumbering swing. Her blades shot out, cutting across the ghost's abdomen. Her weapons seemed to catch, as if hitting the being, but then went straight through with no harm.

The rogue twisted around as the ghost turned to face her. Two more entered the battle, one going after Thalion, the other going for her. Acele narrowed her eyes, adrenaline fueling her. She let her body take over, instinct running her attacks rather than pure thought. She was nimble, ducking and dodging as she fought. Her blades ringing against the ghost's. However, nothing she did would cut them down. She'd ran her daggers through each of them several times, yet nothing destroyed the creatures. As she turned to block another heavy swing, the ghost's blade sent a sharp vibration through her arm. Time seemed to slow for Acele as her eyes widened with the next sound. Her dagger gave a sharp crack then shards of steel showered the cobblestones as her weapon gave way. Her heart nearly stopped and she almost forgot that she was still fighting. Barely ducking another swing, she backed away from the ghosts. A shout behind her took her attention.

"Here! In here! Quickly," Rissien called from down the street. He'd found a place to hide from the ghosts. An abandoned house not to far away. Thalion's heavy weapon rang out as he batted aside one of the creatures weapons and rushed to Acele. His strong hand gripped her arm and dragged her with him. Once inside the house, Rissien and him moved an old heavy table in front of the door. All the while, the rogue stared at her broken dagger. Warm hands wrapped around hers, taking her attention.

"We'll get it fixed. How long has it been since your weapons have seen a blacksmith?"

"Too long I guess."

"You're lucky then to still be alive. Get some sleep with the boy. Rissien and I will keep watch."

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Siedan smiled as the bell rang 'Ding!', and alerted her that yet another customer had walked into her midst. A large, broad shouldered man made his way through the door way. Siedan noted that his hair was a peculiar color, a reddish-brown type colour, and it was quite long. He had a large sword in a sheath at his back, but Siedan barely took notice of this. Siedan quitely said "Hello" to the stranger as she kept kneading the dough, and he began to browse the shelfs, eyes scanning over each assorted bakery treat. Soon enough, though, he walked up towards the counter, eyes gleaming.

"I'll take anything that's loaded with strawberries." The man said to Siedan. She smiled and nodded knowingly.

"Strawberries are good, arn't they? Well, over here we have-" She was cut off by a group bouning into the bakery, the door slamming behind them. Siedan could feel the angry and terror running off of them, and her eyes changed from a light grey colour, to a horrid black color, her pupils dissapearing within the iris. She was angry.

"Now then, keep to yourselves and there'll be no trouble," Siedan crossed her arms, eyes narrowed.

"Excuse me? You're the one who barged into my shop. I suggest you reconsider your words, sir." She spoke, her accent thick. She paused, looking over their dirty clothing, and their expressions before speaking. "Ghosts?" She asked, coming out from behind the counter, moving around the man in front of her.

'Filthy creatures." She commented, leaning against the dusty counter. Her anger difted away slowly, her iris turning back to a darkened grey mixure.

"Don't mess with the shelves, and we'll be fine." She said calmly, turning her back to the guild, and focusing on the man once more.

"Now, where were we?" She asked, trying hard to forget the group of people taking up space in her bakery. "Ah! Yes, strawberrys'" She turned to one of the shelves, pulled out a large cake coated with an emmense amount of strawberrys, and set it on the counter.

"This good?"

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Thurgir Gloryhammer's Shop: Acele

Acele raised an eyebrow as she let her eyes settle on the blade that the dwarf held. She liked its name, Himmeldutteir, it was beautiful and held a kind of deadly grace that she admired. Upon hearing the name Ilayna, her eyes lit up. She knew that name well, having heard stories when she was younger. Her heart skipped a beat at the knowledge that she'd just held the infamous blade in her own hands. Acele reached to her belt where her coin purse was, she lifted it gently, measuring out the weight of how many coins she had. Most of what she'd stolen from Faine had gone to the Red Dragon Inn for her staying there for the past several weeks. However, her eyes lingering on Himmeldutteir, she wasn't about to let the fine blade slip away because of price.

She untied the pouch and laid it gently on the table, "This is all I have on me, if you require more, I have a little more back at Red Dragon Inn," she told him leveling her steady gaze on him.

Red Claw Inn: Adan

The inn was bustling with the local merchants and city goers. He sat in the corner of the inn his eyes watching the crowd. He was looking for something specific. A beautiful woman to be precise. His business was in need of another woman, someone he could sell for coin, after he'd made her his puppet. Adan took a sip of his drink as he leaned back in the chair. It wasn't long after that he spotted what he was looking for. She was beautiful, a barmaid by the looks and she had a gorgeous smile. Her hair was up in a bun with pieces of the curly locks falling around her face.

Adan watched her until it was apparent that she was leaving at the end of her shift. He then got up and left the inn before her. He walked slowly knowing that she would be upon him soon. Humming was what told him of her approach. She easily sidestepped him and started walking ahead, except that he let his magic unleash onto the cobblestones, pulling one up and tripping her as she went. The basket she was carrying fell from her arms as her hands shot out to catch herself. Adan moved quickly to her side.

"Are you alright, miss?"

She turned to look up at him then gave him a weak smile, "I'm alright. Should probably watch where I'm going next time."

Adan helped her to her feet, giving her a smile as he did so. He walked over to the basket and replaced the contents of it back inside. It was mostly bits of food left over from the cooks kitchen. He wondered where she was taking it, but then brushed the thought aside. He handed her the basket slowly, holding her gaze in his.

"Your eyes are very beautiful."

She looked down and took a slow step backwards. Adan's magic slowly twisted around his words and reached out to her, "Let me walk you home, it is the least I can do."

She took another step backwards, but her head nodded in agreement, she's a strong one, perfect, he tried again, lacing his words with more power, "What's your name, miss? Allow me to walk with you."

"Sophira," she replied softly, her head lifting to look at him. Her eyes had dimmed slightly from the power he held over her, but there was still fire there. He smiled at her, holding out his hand. She let go of the basket once more and reached for him. Once his fingers caught hers, he led her down the street and towards the abandoned part of Thedan where he resided. The basket rolled in a slow circle, the contents of food long forgotten in the street.

Thedan: Faine

"Good, very good Thyra," he hummed in pleasure. She'd done her task well, scouting out Thedan for the rogue that had escaped him. All that was left to do was to get her to surrender to him. Of course, that was easier said then done, she wasn't weak hearted. Acele was ruthless when she had to be, and that was the dangerous part. However, she was prone to blind rage and fighting first before asking questions. That was her weakness, and it was what Faine planned to use against her.

"But first, we have a smaller detail to attend to."

"What is that?" Thyra asked, her voice hollow and cold. Probably and effect of her already being dead, but then, Thyra had always been cold in life too.

"The wench stole our gold. I think it's about time we replenished our chest, don't you?"

Thyra's lips turned into a cruel smile. She was standing against the wall of the home they'd taken over, her dagger in her hand as she wiped it down with a cloth. Faine turned to the rest of his meager guild. The few that had survived the ghost attack the night before.

"The little girls shop that gave us shelter. I believe we should visit her again, and... thank her, for her hospitality."

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Thurgir Gloryhammer's Shop: Acele

Though she winced inwardly at the hefty price of two hundred and fifty coins total, she didn't let it show on her face. Instead she opened the coin purse and dumped out the contents. Her eyes scanned it and a slight frown appeared on her face. She was short by eighty coins. Behind her, she heard Thalion moving. A moment after and he produced the required amount. Pushing the coins back into the purse, she handed the leather bag to the dwarf.

"Thank you very much for your services, Master Dwarf. Your blades will be well taken care of, that I promise you," Acele told him, and she truly meant it. Once the exchange had been made, Acele gladly took the two blades and their sheathes. Stepping away from the counter, she undid her old belts and replaced it with the new ones. The daggers fit right where her old ones were. There was a little adjusting to be had as the two blades were different in size, but once she figured it out, they were perfect.

"I will head back to the inn. I know you wish to help the warrior. I will meet you at the graveyard when you can."

Thalion nodded, "Just be careful. Don't leave without Rissien."

Acele rolled her eyes at him, not in anger, but out of habit. She knew he was looking out for her, she also knew of how he felt about her and she felt the same. Though she hadn't really told him. Acele was sure he knew though.

"I won't," Acele turned and left the shop. As she left, she walked past an basket with the contents of food spilled out. Her eyebrow rose as she passed it. There was no one else around. Sounds from the Red Claw Inn filled the air ahead of her. The rogue didn't like the feeling she got as she passed the abandoned basket. She made a note to investigate that further after she'd dealt with the graveyard.

Once at the Red Dragon, she spotted Rissien with the clothed man that they'd taken in the night before. There was an addition to the small table as well. A blonde haired woman with yellow eyes was watching her approach. Acele frowned deeply.

"What do you want, Elaine?"

"My, my, that's how you greet a friend?"

"You're no friend of mine. Rissien, Thalion and I were told that an artifact in the graveyard-"

"It's not an artifact, its a relic. Its in the catacombs," Elaine said sweetly, interrupting Acele, who turned an icy glare at the mage.

"Let me guess. Armen told you as well?"

"Armen told you and Thalion?" Rissien pipped in. Acele only nodded, her attention on the sorceress who only gave a sweet innocent smile. The rogue growled softly, but decided to ignore the woman. She turned her attention to the man dressed in cloth.

"This is Xin, Acele. He will be coming with us to the relic," Rissien supplied for her. She nodded curtly.

"Good, from the destruction I saw last night, I'm sure he will be a great help. Let's go."

"Where's Thalion?" It was Elaine who asked.

"It doesn't matter where he's at, he'll meet us there."

Next to her Rissien buried his grin in the rest of his ale before slamming the cup down and standing. He knew of Acele's dislike towards the sorceress, and it seemed that every time the woman came around Elaine always managed to push those buttons. Acele led the way out of the inn and towards the graveyard. Elaine hummed while they went, Rissien walked next to Acele and Xin followed behind. Acele ignored the mage, instead turning her attention to the young warrior.

"If we destroy it today, it'll be one less thing to worry about and our nights will be freed once more."

"Agreed. Lets just hope this thing isn't dangerous to us during the day."

Acele nodded. They soon entered the graveyard. They spread out, looking for a way down into the supposed catacombs. A few minutes later and Elaine called to them. She was standing over the opening to a dark hole. Reaching behind her back, the rogue pulled both her daggers free. Himmeldutteir rested easily in her hand and she felt a strong sense of comfort at holding the elegant blade. Acele then went down into the darkness.

Sinead Nermia's Bakery: Faine

He pushed the door of her little shop opened. He hoped to find her alone, but if there were others inside, then they would just be casualties. Faine didn't care either way. He needed gold and the young elf was going to give it to him. As well as a warning to the rogue that if she didn't come to him, he would turn the city into his personal playing field.

"Well well, we meet again, little elf," Faine said slowly, an evil grin on his rugged face. He stalked towards her, ignoring the fact that her eye color changed completely. Faine got right up to her and took hold of her face in his large hand. He pushed his dagger right against her cheek, his smile never fading.

"I have a request. Two actually. Your gold now belongs to me. If you don't I will make your life hell, I promise you. The second is to find a woman named Acele. Get her to come to me. Do that, and I won't come after you. Disobey me and I'll kill you."

Behind the elf Thyra materialized from thin air. Reaching over, the rogue took hold of the woman's hair, bringing her head back. Faine let go as Thyra took hold of the elf. A blade stopped cold against her throat.

"Don't try anything, girl. Besides, you can't kill something that's already dead," Thyra whispered coolly.

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A young elf stood in her small bakery, reading a small book. The traffic of customers had been slow for Sinead, and she had spent the day reading. Suddenly, the bell for the door gave a sharp 'Ding, and the man from last night stepped into her Bakery, a malicious look apon his face. His emotions were mixed, and Sinead already had a bad feeling about the man.

"Well well, we meet again, little elf Sinead scowled, coming out from behind the dusty counter. "What do yo-" She was cut off by a large hand grabbing her face, and a sharp knife being shoved against her cheek. Sinead's eyes stared furiously at the rugged man, her iris a deep black color. Her anger radiated off of her, mixed with the slightest amount of fear.

"Don't. Touch. Me." She muttered, attempting to shrug off the man, but he held strong. She blade was pushed harder against her cheek, and thin line of blood beginning to run down the pale skin.

"I have a request. Two actually. Your gold now belongs to me. If you don't I will make your life hell, I promise you. The second is to find a woman named Acele. Get her to come to me. Do that, and I won't come after you. Disobey me and I'll kill you." Sinead froze, eyes narrowing.

"My gold? Over my dead-" She was once again interruped by a firm tug on her hair, and a blade shoved against her throat.

"Don't try anything, girl. Besides, you can't kill something that's already dead." Sinead's head became clouded, her thoughts racing through her brain.

'My daggar's on my thigh...No, that won't do any good. Should I give them my gold? I'll surely get more. THe bakery's been doing well lately. Sinead shifted her gaze from the gruff looking man, to the floor. 'What about the woman? Acele, was her name? It should be fairly easy to find her...heck, she could be from the group of travelers that one of the customers was talking about... She breathed in deeply, she hated being defeated. Maybe if she just...said...no?

"T-Take the gold. But as for the girl..." She paused, shifting her feet. "I..."

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Thurgir Gloryhammer's Shop: Thalion

“Wha- What jus- Who the hell is Sophira? What did I just get dragged into?”

Thalion gave a short shrug at the warriors words. Duncan returned his attention to the dwarf and finished paying for the repairs to his armor. He didn't like the sounds of things. There was a chill in the air that he couldn't shrug off. The girls announcement was less than comforting and his mind went immediately to Adan. His jaw clenched tightly, eyes narrowing slightly as he glared at the ground. He barely listened to the rest of the conversation around him. His thoughts were on the crazed mage. If something had happened to the girl, he feared how much time she had left. Thalion didn't come out of his thoughts until Duncan stood beside him once more. The warrior laughed slightly, Thalion only caught the last bit of what was said.

"...I hope it doesn’t hurt as much as last time. Is there any truth in what the young lady says though, or she just another pretty mad thing here? What did you think she was talking about?”

"I think that we need to hurry. There is a high possibility that her words are true, and if they are, I fear the worst for the girl. There's something else plaguing this city other than just ghosts at night. His name is Adan. My friend Rissien and I have been chasing him for two years in Thedan. He always slips away. We've turned this city upside down several times and always he's no-where to be found. The man is a master at hiding. But sooner or later, all powerful beings must come crashing down," Thalion growled out the last bit.

"Once your armor is fixed we will head to the graveyard. I'm sure Acele has already begun her search for the artifact. From there, we will search for Sophira. If I am correct, then once we've found the artifact that's causing the curse, Adan will surely come to us."

Sinead Nermia's Bakery: Faine

Faine turned slowly to the little elf, his eyes glinting dangerously at her words, "But what?" he whispered softly, a deadly edge to his tone. Thyra pulled the girls hair harder, the edge of the blade drawing a thin trace of crimson.

"Do you intend to try to protect her? Do you even know what she is? Acele is a killer, a thief, a rogue who does not know her place. She won't protect you, if that's what you think. She only protects herself. Don't try to flatter yourself, elf," Faine turned away, ordering his men to finish taking the gold that she had.

Thyra pulled the girl closer to her, her lips brushing against the elf's ear, "Don't try it. What do you hope to accomplish hu?" The rogues voice was a whisper, cold and hollow, definitely inhuman, "Fighting will only get you killed. Fighting me will do nothing. There's nothing more you can do, girl. I'm already dead. Don't try to flee either, there's no where you can hide from me. You won't even be able to leave the city," Thyra's threats lingered coldly in the air. She almost wished the girl would retaliate, that way she could shed some blood. She was eager for a fight, itching to sink her daggers in flesh, especially Acele's.

Faine turned back to the two women, his cold eyes glaring down at the elf, "When you find her, tell her that if she doesn't come to me, I will tear this city apart. I will burn it to the ground."


Catacombs: Acele

It was pitch black, but she didn't mind the darkness. In fact, she welcomed it. Of course, being a rogue, she preferred darkness over daylight. It made things so much easier. However, she wasn't sure how her companions were fairing in the dark, so she kept her pace slow. Behind her she could hear Rissien struggling to stay upright in the darkness.

Rounding a corner, Acele backed away and bumped into Rissien as a torch next to her flickered to life. It was an eerie green color, throwing off it's odd light into the corridor. She gazed at it uncertainty for a moment before continuing on. As she went, more torches burned their strange green color.

"Must be magic. I hate mages, why does it always have to be a mage... why?" Rissien's voice echoed softly behind her.

"Don't say such rude things, Rissien. I'm a mage, remember?"

Acele rolled her eyes. The sorceress hadn't been invited to come, but she'd come anyway despite the rogues clear dislike. The rogue moved quickly through the eerie light. Her senses dragging her through the corridors. Though she wasn't entirely sure where she needed to go, she had the strange feeling that she was moving in the right direction. Sooner than she expected, she came into a large round room. At its center was an altar. Symbols carved across the walls surrounded the small altar and the statue that sat on it. The statue looked like a woman with a staff larger than herself held in one hand. In the other there was a ball. Aside from that, the woman was wrapped in an elegant gown that hugged her features.

Acele slowly sheathed the curved dagger onto her lower back. She still held Himmeldutteir in her left hand as she walked towards the statue slowly. Her eyes flicked from one side of the chamber to the next as she stealthily made her way across the room. As the rogue approached the statue, she reached out her free hand to grasp the relic. Her first plan of attack was to smash the damned thing upon the floor, and if that didn't work, she was going to try out Himmeldutteir's strength.

"Acele..." Rissien's voice held worry and concern as well as a hint of fear, "I don't think you should touch it."

"How else will I destroy it?" She whispered back, though she did hesitate for a moment. Her hand reached across the distance and grasped the statue. As she was about to remove it from the altar and throw it upon the ground she found she couldn't move. A moment after and blinding pain erupted through her. At first she couldn't breathe, or cry out from the intensity, she only crumpled forward, her dagger falling from her numb fingers. Then she screamed.

Rissien rushed across the room and wrapped his arms around her waist. He dragged her from the statue, prying her fingers from the cool white stone. Once she was freed, she fell limp in his grasp. His heart jumped to his throat as he held her.

"Acele? Acele!?"

His attention was caught by the statue giving off a slight glow. The glow pulsed, growing brighter. When it pulsed again, the air seemed to be pushed at them in a powerful rush. Thrown backwards, Rissien tightened his grip on the rogue's body only to drop her upon impact against the wall. He slid down onto the floor, stunned. From the statue a pulsing, ghostly being emerged. It was large, almost human aside from it's clawed hands and feet. Rissien couldn't quite bring the thing into focus as his head was pounding. Slowly, he managed to get to his feet and draw his sword.

"This would be a nice time to help, Elaine," he called weakly. He eyed the beast, then looked to Xin who stood still watching the thing too. When no answer came to him, his eyebrows came down and he looked into the hall. The sorceress was not there.

Abandoned Area: Adan

"You won't be leaving the catacombs alive, fool," the mage cursed as he let his magic release into the reflection that he'd summoned. It was like a mirror, except made from pure magic. The edges were fuzzy, while the middle was clear and sharp. He watched as the foolish little rogue had tried to take the statue and destroy it. Then there was Rissien, the young warrior who had been hunting him along with the elf. The only thing that disappointed him was that Thalion was not there to die as well. However, Adan would settle for the elf's good friend and lover. Then there would be nothing left for him, and his grief would be his ultimate downfall.

Adan weaved his magic tightly, letting course through the mirror into the being he'd summoned. He would crush them easily, and once that was done, he could go back to working on his many women. They needed to be made into thoughtless puppets in order for him to sell them. That took time and a lot of energy. His eyes glowered at the mirror. He wished to be finished with this en-devour soon, thus leaving him with as much energy as possible for his other tasks. The creature took it's first deadly swing at the group and Adan's eyes brightened with satisfaction.

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"Do you intend to try to protect her? Do you even know what she is? Acele is a killer, a thief, a rogue who does not know her place. She won't protect you, if that's what you think. She only protects herself. Don't try to flatter yourself, elf," Sinead bit her tounge, growling at the man.

"Than what makes you any better than her?!" She asked, her voice defiant. The woman behind her tugged even harder on her long braid, putting her mouth to Sinead's ear.

"Don't try it. What do you hope to accomplish hu? Fighting will only get you killed. Fighting me will do nothing. There's nothing more you can do, girl. I'm already dead. Don't try to flee either, there's no where you can hide from me. You won't even be able to leave the city," Sinead shuddered. and attempted to jerk away from the woman, only to be met with the blade on her neck. A wetness began to run down her neck, and she knew she had been beaten. The man turned towards her, his dark eyes cold.

"When you find her, tell her that if she doesn't come to me, I will tear this city apart. I will burn it to the ground." Sinead felt the last of her courage drain from her, and jerked away from the womans grasp, falling to the floor. Tears began to run down her face, and a sob burst from her mouth.

"You filth little...H-How dare..." Sinead paused, wiping the tears from her eyes. "O-Okay..." She finally agreed, unable to fight anymore. The tears began to flow once more as the couple walked out of her bakery, followed by the few men who had stolen upstairs for the gold. They sneared at Sinead, only to be met with a fierce growl from her. In one final attempt to show her strength, Sinead ripped the daggar from her thigh, and flung it in the direction of one of the men. But, alas, instead of hitting one of the men, there was a loud 'Thunk! as it hit the thick wood of the door. Sinead stood, and leaned against the counter, her eyes glazed and unlooking as she listened to the gleeful laughs of the thiefs as they walked down the dusty street.

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Red Dragon Inn: Qaida

Her eyes opened slowly, the world they saw was blurry. It took a while for the rogue to adjust her focus. When she could see properly she sat up in her bed, only to have her room spin. Closing her eyes, she reached up and pressed her hand into her forehead. It took her several minutes more to actually get up out of the bed. Once she was up, she slowly got her belt back on and checked both her new daggers. Both were intact, so she sheathed them and made her way to the door.

Once she was down in the bar, she caught the attention of the innkeeper, "Olrin, where did Thalion and Rissien go?"

"I don't know, lass. Last I saw they was leavin' with a large group o' people. Something's going to happen, I can feel it," Olrin said, then began muttering under his breath and left the rogue to her thoughts. She left the Red Dragon and made her way down the street.

As she was walking, her senses pricked up, the hair on the back of her neck stood. Her eyes narrowed and she slowed in her advance to take a good look around her. Up ahead of her, she caught the form of Thyra moving swiftly into an opened shop. Acele felt anger well inside and she quickly moved to the shop. The smells of freshly baked goods filled the air as she got closer. The moment she was inside the doorway, she drew her daggers, ignoring the elven woman that eyed her from across the counter at the back of the shop.

"Did you see anyone enter?" Acele asked coldly, her eyes flicking to the woman before she slowly moved into the room.

The moment she got to the counter to speak further with the girl, she felt the presence of someone behind her. Acele ducked just in time. She felt the air brush past her hair, and heard the sound of steel hitting glass. She pivoted while she was crouched down, swinging her leg out to catch Thyra off guard, and also letting her blade's lead the attack. Both daggers barely missed the rogue, but her foot did connect with Thyra, bringing her down.

Acele rolled to get the upper hand, but as she came into place, the other rogue had already moved. She got up, followed Thyra across the room, her blades slashing and stabbing. Steel scrapped across steel as the two women fought furiously. Thyra's lips were curled in a smile.

"Faine want's you back," she taunted.

"He want's my head."

He'll do anything to get it."

"He can try," Acele cursed back.

Thyra lifted an eyebrow, "Is that so?" Then the rogue disappeared, "Would this be enough to convince you?"

Acele's heart stopped as she whirled around to where Thyra's voice had come from. The elven woman was held against the rogues body, her blade against her throat. Acele glared at the woman.

"Taking hostages, threatening me with that is what he's stooped down to now is it?"

Thyra sneered at her, "You want her to live, you'll come with me."

"Oh, she'll live," Acele muttered under her breath, her eyes had spotted a small area where Thyra was exposed. Almost the entirety of her left shoulder was opened. If she aimed right, she would miss the elven woman and take Thyra down in one shot. Acele knew she was fast enough, but she was doubtful of her aim, especially just waking up from being knocked out. She had already felt the effects of her weakness. Fighting Thrya, her reflexes were still slow. However, if she did nothing, the girls life was surely over.

"You can have me," Acele called, distracting the rogue just long enough, "When I'm dead," her hand shot forward, her dagger sailed through the air and sunk deep into Thyra's shoulder. The rogue gave a scream of pain and surprise, let go of the elven woman and stumbled backwards.

"You wretch!" Thyra yelled, then she disappeared, the dagger falling harmlessly to the ground. Acele moved towards the counter, her eyes on the elf.

"Are you alright?"

Abandoned Area: Thalion

They all moved into the two story home. The wood creaking slightly underfoot. Cobwebs and dust layered the furniture and stairs. The whole place seemed like a eerie ghost house. Thalion moved slowly, his broadsword held before him. The elf looked to the others behind him and motioned for Thurgir and Sophie to move down the hall in front of them and for Duncan to look into the rooms that were right in front of them. He moved to the stairs with Rissien and Selket following him. Once upstairs, they began opening doors, Selket on one side, Rissien on the other while Thalion slowly continued forward to the end of the hall.

"Thalion!" Rissien called softly. The elf whirled around to see what it was. Looking inside the room, the three of them gaped at what they saw. An altar stood in the center, a large cauldron off to the side, books strewn across a table behind the altar and blood staining the walls and floor.

"What the..."

"I'm not liking this," Rissien whispered to his friend. Thalion nodded in agreement. Putting his hand on the young warriors shoulder, he gently led him from the room.

"We have to keep searching," Thalion reminded him.

They moved on, further down the hall, until finally they reached the last door. Thalion opened it slowly, his heart in his throat. As soon as the door was opened, the air in the room thickened, making it hard to breathe. The elf knew that feeling and jumped backwards. Whirling around, he grabbed the small woman, shoved Rissien aside and slammed up against the wall with Selket pressed against him. Magic flooded the room, expanding out into the hall. The heat of it burned his leather, the pressure from the blast held him tight against Selket and the wall. Once it faded, he looked down at her.

"Are you alright?"

"Thalion! You bastard! I'll have your head on a silver platter!" Adan's voice echoed from the room.

Turning he glared at the doorway before moving into the room. Adan stood there eyeing him cautiously. Rissien soon entered the room, his sword drawn and ready, Selket right behind him with her bowstring taunt.

"You can try," Thalion growled back.

Adan raised his hands, the air shimmered around them. Pressure built again, but Thalion charged this time. An arrow flew right passed his shoulder, straight and true. However, Adan had his power all around him and before the shaft could pierce him, the arrow shattered. The floor of the room shook and a moment later, the three of them fell through to the first floor. Thalion knew the commotion would have alerted the others. All he had to do was keep Adan there so they could kill him.

Coughing from the fall, he rolled to his side and stretched his hand to reach his fallen sword. The blade trembled, then shifted. The elf's gaze narrowed at the weapon. He realized that Adan was trying to call the broadsword away from him. Thalion rolled to his stomach, his hand just barely brushing the hilt before the blade was wrenched away from him.

"What a fine blade, Thalion. Now you get to die on it," Adan growled.

Thalion turned onto his back, just barely missing his own blade slamming down into the floor and debris. Weaponless, the elf had to fight his own blade and try to kill Adan.

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Sinead sat, cluching the bleeding wound on her neck. Elves were known to heal much faster than common folk, but this wound was deep, but not yet deep enough to end her life. It ran down onto her green dress, staining it a crimson colour. A groan of pain burst from her lips as she picked herself up from the floor, a few drops of blood dripping onto the floor. 'Oh, that's just great for buisness! She groaned once more, and shuffled her way up the dusty stairs to her home.

Sineads home was normally a cozy place, welcoming all who entered. But as of now, it was a cold, dark place. Embers were burning in the fireplace, barely lighting up the dark room. Surprisingly, nothing was broken, just a few things shuffled around. Sinead ignored this, and made her was to the small bathroom adjacent to her bedroom.

"Uhhhnng Sinead moaned as she pulled her hand away from her sticky neck. Crimson stained her skin, contrasting with it's pale color. Her nose was met with a thick copper smell, and she bit her lip. Sinead suddenly remembered how she had gotten her neck so mangled. 'It must've been when I jerked away from that...girl. My neck must've caught on the knife, and cut it. With another small moan, she slowly pulled her dress off her back, attempted to keep the cloth away from her tender wound. Her eyes shifted between a deep grey, and a horrid black.

The wound was cleaned quickly, and she realized the would was deeper than she had hoped. The wound had slowly started to close itself, turning a puckered pink colour. A soft cloth rolled around her neck, covering the wound with a sterile whiteness. The pain ceased, and Sinead sighed, greatly relieved. She closed her eyes tightly, a yawn escaping from her lips. With a jolt, though, she flung the door open to her home, bounding down the stairs.

"My bread!" She yelled, throwing the oven door open. She had remembered in the nick of time, the bread a golden brown color. A grin fell across her face. 'Still got it. A small [/i]ding[/i] sound resonated thoughout the bakery, signifying that someone had entered.

"Hell-" She was cut off as the woman in front of her began to talk, eyes cold. "Did you see someone enter?" She asked, hands clutching a pair of daggers. Sinead but her lip, her brow raised. 'Could she be talking about the two...No...

"Well you're going to have to be more-" She was cut off one more a another woman appeared in the doorway, a sly grin across her face.

"S-Shit!" Sinead exclaimed, motioning towards the door. The thief threw a dagger at the woman, barely missing her head. Sinead threw her hand out, catching the dagger with quick hands, thankful for her swiftness. She buried the dagger in her palm, hiding it from view. The two woman were wrestling on the ground, curses shouted between the two of them. 'Is that one girl...Is she the woman the man was talking about? She wondered, frozen in her spot.

A blade was shoved against her throat, the third time that day. Instead of screaming, Sinead sighed heavily, gripping the blade tighter in her hand. Words were exchanged between the two woman, but Sinead paid to attention, her ears ringing in concitration. Suddenly, the woman across from her threw a blade at the Theif, and Sinead reacted quickly as well, shoving her hidden blade in the thief's upper thigh. A yell rang through the bakery, and her neck was released. The blade was left in her hand, coated in crimson. It fell to the ground with a clatter.

[b]All you alright?[/i] The other woman asked, eyes filled with concern.

"Yes, don't worry about me. They seem to like this place though..." She paused, laughing softly. "Question is, are you alright. You look a bit...out of it."

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Acele slowly slid her dagger back into its proper place. Her headache had come back and she found it slightly difficult to stay standing. Reaching out, she took hold of a chair and brought it out so she could sink into it with a heavy sigh. Resting one arm on the table, she reached up and rubbed at her temple, brushing her curly locks of brown hair out of her face. The rogue looked at the elven woman standing on the other side of the counter.

"I'm fine," Acele told the girl, "Could I have my other blade please, it should be near you."

Acele waited for the elf to retrieve her prized weapon. To her surprise it was stained with blood. Her old daggers never once managed to draw blood from Thyra, at least not after she'd killed the woman a couple months ago. Taking the dwarven dagger, she took out a clean cloth and began carefully cleaning her weapon. As she sat there, deep in her work with the blade, her thoughts roamed around why Thyra had come into the shop.

"What's your name?" Acele asked her, she was interested in how this elven woman had gotten caught up in such a situation. "How did you come to know Thyra? Did someone threaten you? Even so, just having her see you is enough to put you in danger. Damnit Faine..." Acele whispered the last part to herself then looked back up to the elf, "I'm afraid your little shop isn't going to be the same anymore. I'm sorry for all the trouble."

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"Ah, yes. My name is Sinead, and your's?" Sinead paused, as the woman spoke, taking this moment to move the platter of fresh bread off of the counter. Her eyes had settled on a light grey color, almost dissapearing among the whites of her eyes.

"Would you like some bread? Best in all of Thedan." She added the last part with a chuckle, wanting to break the heavy tension between the two woman.

"Well, I actually didn't know this "Thyra" until today. She was with a man, and they stormed into my shop, demanding..." She trailed off, unsure of weither she should tell the woman what had happened. With a sigh, she trudged on.

"They were demanding gol. That woman kept going on about how I couldn't kill her, and that she was "Immortal." The man...Well, he pretty much forced me to...go seaching for this woman. I think her name was Alele...no, that can't be right. Amele? No..." She suddenly smacker her forehead, remembering the woman's name.

"Her name was Acele! Said if I didn't find this "Acele", that he would burn the village. I was damn near ready to kick 'em were the sun don't shine, but that one girl, Thyra, was it? Well, she had a blade shoved against my neck..." She trailed off once more, her hand tracing patterns against the thick cloth on her neck.

"Well, this isn't very important. My shop'll be fine. Won't even miss the gold they took." She smiled softly, placing her hands in her lap.

"Well, were are you from, might I ask?"

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Sinead Nermia's Bakery: Acele

Acele declined the offer for bread, shaking her head as she sat there. As she waited for Sinead to finish her story, the rogue already knew what it was that had happened. Faine had threatened the girl, told Sinead to find her and bring her to him. She shook her head in disgust.

"Well then, Sinead. I'm Acele."

Abandoned Area: Thalion

The fight brought the attention of the rest of the group. Rissien attacked the crazed mage full on while Thalion continued to dodge his own weapon that was being possessed. Adan wasn't using a lot of magic, therefore the elf figured that he was drained from something. What that was, he wasn't sure, nor did he care. Thalion was thankful that the mage wasn't at full strength, he didn't wish to see what could possibly happen to the others if things were different.

"Give up, Adan!" Rissien shouted as he lunged once again at the mage, sword swinging in a downward arc. His blade grazed the mages arm, drawing blood. Adan hissed at him in rage.

"Fools, I'll kill you all."

"I doubt that."

A moment after and the sound of an arrow loosing filled the air. Thalion could feel that something had changed in the room, the atmosphere was different as the shaft was loosed from the bowstring. Adan looked towards the sailing shaft that glowed. He immediately swung his hand up over himself in a high arc, his lips formed words quickly that Thalion didn't hear. The arrow went through thin air as the mage disappeared. The moment the mage was gone, the elf's broadsword dropped to the floor, lifeless as before.

"Well, that's just great. Usual," Rissien complained as he stood there with his sword point down, leaned forward. He slowly stood straight and sheathed the weapon on his hip.

"We'll get him, Rissien."

The young warrior just shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave the room. Thalion knew his friend was upset. He wished he could do something to ease the frustration of losing Adan once again. The only thing he could do was make sure that they caught the damn mage next time. After retrieving his sword, he sheathed it on his back and left the destroyed room as well.

"Did any of you find any women?"

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Sinead stood, eyes widened in shock. Stiffiling a gasp, Sinead made her way around the counter towards the woman opposite to her.

"You're Acele? He's after you?" A stiff silence filled the air, causing Sinead the bite her lip in cocentration. "H-hang on a moment." With that, Sinead made her way up the stairs, and into her home. Making her way into her bedroom, she flung to door to her closet open, revealing a large wooden case. Inside lay a longsword, handcrafted by Master Thurger himself. Pulling on her sheith, and laying the sword inside, Sinead made her way back down the stairs, coming back to stand in front of the woman once more.

"Well, what do you suppose we do now?"

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Acele

"He'll want your head now just as he wants mine, especially since you've decided not to turn me over to him," Acele started, she eyed the girl that stood before her. Though she was sure she could handle Sinead in a fight, she wasn't sure what kind of fighter Sinead was. If she had magic, than Acele wouldn't stand a chance. Going into any knife fight, the rogue was sure to win, but when it came to magic... well, Acele wasn't schooled in even the very basics of magic.

"You should come with me to the Red Dragon Inn. My companions are there, you should meet them as well. And, you should know that Thyra isn't human. She's dead, I killed her myself a while ago. I don't know how she is still wandering around, probably some foul magic, but we will destroy her and Faine. In the mean time, you should stay with us, being alone could prove fatal around him."

Acele gave one last look around the shop, eyed the now armed elven woman, and then stood, "Follow me, and quickly."

They started out into the crowded streets of Thedan, making their way to the Red Dragon. It took a little while to get there as the noon day rush was just starting. Once inside the darkness of the inn, Acele heard a voice calling to her.

"Acele! Where did you go?" Thalion's voice was filled with worry and a bit of anger.

"I didn't know where you went. So I left to find you. I ended up fighting with Thyra and saving this girls life," she replied a bit colder than she meant.

His deep blue eyes hardened at her, "You fought with Thyra? Acele, you just woke up from your last injury. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

His eye's narrowed and his jaw clenched into a fine, hard line, "You can't lie to me, Acele. Sit, eat and drink, you'll feel better."

The rogue rolled her eyes at him, but sat down and allowed him to get her something to eat and drink. She looked around the table that she sat at. Rissien was leaned back in his chair, a cup of ale in his hand. The one called Xin sat next to him quietly. She remembered him, then there was the warrior that Thalion had asked to help in Thurgir's shop. She didn't know his name. There was one more person that she didn't recognize. The woman leaned against the wall next to them, holding a bow in her hands. Their group had grown quite a bit larger. Acele wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

"Where did you go?"

"Went to kill Adan," Rissien answered, his grey eyes lowered, looking into his cup only. Acele knew that something bothered him, and it was probably about the crazed mage.

"He got away didn't he."

Rissien didn't answer, only raised an eyebrow, gave a short huff and took a drink of his ale. Acele took that as his way of saying yes. He wasn't normally like that, but when it came to killing a very dangerous criminal who enjoyed stealing women, Rissien was as honorable as they came.

"Yes, but we saved the girl. Sophira and Thurgir are upstairs with her now," Thalion answered softly.

"Is she alright?"

"Fine, he only had her under a sleeping spell. She's not hurt."

"Does this mean that Thurgir will fight with us?"

"It might. Would be nice to have a sturdy dwarf on our side."

"What's our next move?"

"Find Adan, kill him. Kill Faine if he shows up."

"Simple enough," Acele shrugged as she took a bit of her meat. Though it sounded simple, she knew it was far from it.

Faine

"You failed to take her," Faine growled in the alleyway. They were far enough away from the crowded streets to be noticed by anyone. Thyra had reappeared in the middle of the small group and had told what had happened in the bakery.

"It won't happen again."

"No, it won't! Because I'll be the one taking her head this time. You're too damned stupid to do it yourself, Thyra!"

"Faine, how are going to do that? She's always with that elf and warrior," one of the men asked.

"We will just have to surprise them. We all go in, kill them all and take her head. Her blood is what I need for this deal to be settled, I don't care who else gets in the way. He isn't going to wait for very much longer. If we don't kill her, than he's going to use her for his own purpose, and we won't get paid. I like getting paid."

"What does he want with her blood?" Thyra asked.

"I don't know, and I don't care. Some kind of ritual that he want's performed. The mage he's working with needs the blood. That's what he told me. That's what I'll get. In return we get lots of gold, now shut up wench, or tell me something that's worth knowing."

"They are at the Red Dragon Inn, Faine," Thyra answered coldly. She had moved to stand against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. He knew she hadn't taken kindly to his berating her, but he didn't care in the least.

"Burn it."

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Acele

Acele looked sharply to Sinead as she just barely whispered the words to the rogue. It didn't take her long before she was out of the chair and both her daggers were drawn, blades flat against her forearms. She faced the double doors of the inn just as they burst opened. Thyra's form faded into existence, in her hands she held burning torches. Her face twisted into a wicked smile as she gazed at Acele, then she promptly threw the torches out into the inn. Fire exploded across tables as it burnt through the wood and caught in the alcohol.

"Acele!" Faine's deep voice vibrated out over the screams of the terrified patrons. The rogue turned her attention to his wavering form through the heat and smoke. He beckoned to her with his knife, then slid the blade across his throat in a gesture that meant he would kill her. Acele crouched down preparing to fight. Faine made the first move and launched himself at her through the fire. Acele ducked under his attack, letting him slide behind her. The rogue pivoted, twisting so quickly that the thief barely had time to get his knife in the way of her daggers.

She came forward, pushing off her back foot from the crouched position she was in. In a single swift move she unhooked one of her blades, swiped it across his face and landed a hard kick into his stomach. He stumbled backwards, wiping blood from his cheek. He growled at her and swung again. Acele was tired from the fight she'd just gone through with Thyra not but a few hours ago. The heat was getting to an unbearable point and she wasn't sure where her companions were.

"Your head is mine, wench."

"Not tonight."

"I wouldn't be so confident," Thyra's voice called from behind her. Acele whirled around to face the other rogue, barely raising her daggers in time.

Rissien

"You have got to be kidding me," he growled as the supernatural rogue tossed the flames into the inn. He quickly stood and grabbed the little elf that was next to him and rushed for the door. Tossing her out, what was her name? Sinead? He turned back to the door and helped hurry out the frightened patrons. It wasn't until he'd lost sight of Acele and Thalion that he remembered the sisters upstairs and Thurgir. He turned back to Sinead.

"Stay here, what ever you do don't go inside! No matter what! Promise me!" he yelled, though he didn't stay to hear if she promised or not. Instead he rushed back inside, through the flames and headed upstairs to warn the other three. All the while, down in the room he rushed past, Faine and his guild were unleashing all hell. Steel rang across steel, and Rissien was sure that Thalion was somewhere in the middle of it.

"Get the girls first, rally the dwarf, then rain death on them," he told himself and hurried on.

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Sinead let out a frustrated growl as she was pulled from her trance-like state, and the Rouge bound into the Inn, two flaming torches in hand. In a second, Sinead was on her feet, preparing the unsheathe her sword. The building was old, and had already caught fire in the short amount of time it took her to stand up. The flames spread quickly, trailing up the walls, the flames resembling grasping fingers, begging for more building to destroy. Sinead dropped her hand to her side, forgetting about her sword. She rambled forwards, preparing to help Acele against the Rogue and Faine.

"God Dam- Ah!" Sinead let out a high-pitched squeal as she was grabbed around the waist, and hoisted up off the floor, her hair flying everywhere.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Her yells fell against deaf ears, and she was thrust out the door of the Inn, and landed on her bum, a pained cry bursting from her lips. She looked up, anger radiating off of her. She recognized the man that had picked her up, one of the men Acele had been traveling with. She couldn't remember his name, her thoughts racing through her mind as an outrageous speed.

"Stay here, what ever you do don't go inside! No matter what! Promise me!" Sinead prepared to yell at him, but choked on her words. Instead, her eyes darkened in hatred as the man ran back into the burning building, leaving her on her dusty ground. Sinead's neck loosened, and she was able to speak once more.

"Stay out here?! While you all are getting your arses kicked?" Sinead was surprised at her sudden use of profanities. Either she never noticed that she had used them that often, or she was just really mad. She prayed it was the latter, and pushed herself up on her feet, preparing the make her way back into the building, forgettting what the man had said.

The temperature of the air around the Inn had increased dramaticly, and the fire was now surrounding the dry building, almost no spot left unscathed. Sinead noticed that towns people were now crowded around the building, woman clutching children, men staring in horror. A baby was crying in the distance. Sinead stood in the doorway, one of the only spots untouched by the scalding flames. Acele was now fighting against the rougue, and the man was making his way up the stairs. The man's name suddenly clicked in Sinead's head, and she rushed forward, moving around some screaming patrions, shoving a few younger ones towards the door.

"R-Rissen!" She caught up the man, her eyes wide. "Let me help, please!"

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Rissien stopped dead in the middle of the stair case, Sinead catching his attention as she rushed up the stairs. He turned to her, angry at first but his expression softened and he smiled, "Well, it was worth a try," he said and grabbed her hand, hauling her up the stairs to the landing. Down the hall, Sophie poked her head out of the doorway and asked him what was wrong.

"Acele's old guild decided to drop in and say hello," he replied, "With fire and knives, but hello none-the-less. Grab your sister and get out. Where's Thurgir? Could use his hammer downstairs!"

Rissien turned and started back down the stairs, Sinead in tow still. He let go of her hand when he reached the fight between Thyra, Faine and Acele. The rogue was out numbered, and by the looks of it, she was beginning to tire very quickly, too quickly. Drawing his sword, he jumped forward, catching Thyra's daggers along his blade and smiled at her.

"It's about time you and I met officially."

Thyra glared at him, "You'll wish you hadn't."

"Oh, come now, don't be like that," he shoved his sword forward, throwing her back a few steps. The rogue glared at him, all the while he smiled as he brought his sword back and prepared for her next strike.

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Sinead's face heated up slightly as she was pulled along behind Rissien, up towards to landing. A woman poked her head out of a doorway, and began to speak with Rissien. Instead of listening, Sinead glanced down at the fleeing patrons, and their horrified expressions as they watched Acele and the Rogue battle. One young toddler shuffled past her, seemingly oblivious to the fighting downstairs.


"Where's your mummmy?" She asked, bending over to meet the child's eyes. The boy looked up, eyes glazed over. He had obviously been woken up from a deep slumber. Before he could respond, a large woman ran up to him, a frantic expression on her face. Scooping up her dazed child, the woman turned to Sinead, her face stone cold.

"Y-You stay away from him. Beast!" Sinead frowned at the insult, and watched as the woman scurried away, child yawning in her arms. 'Seems as though some people have a grudge against Elves... A jerk on her hand alerted her the Rissien had finished talking, and was ready to move on. Sinead obliged, and began running beside him down the stairs. Releasing her hand, her jumped forward, and drew her sword, pushing Thyra's daggers away from Acele

Sinead tore her eyes away from Rissien, and tuned towards the drained Acele. Sinead tugged on her hand, pulling her away from the Rogue.

"You okay?" Her tone laced with worry, checking the woman for any injures.

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Selket stood leaning against a pillar throughout her companions strategy talk. She was still miffed about not killing Adan and it showed clearly on her face. As she was listening, she peered around the room. There were all sorts of people here, families, drunks, travelers and Selket was a little fascinated by the variety of people she saw. In her village it was just one type and all of them archers. From her viewpoint, she was the only Archon in this town.

Her attention was drawn to woman who had just entered and immediately began to set the inn ablaze. Selket jumped into action, pulling the cloth she received from the healer earlier from her pocket and covering her mouth and nose with it. Anything that blocked the smoke now churning through the building was helpful. Acele and the woman immediately began dueling and Rissien and Sinead had gone to warn their other companions. Selket saw it as her responsibility to care for the civilians and set to it. She ran upstairs past Rissien and Sinead talking with Sophie to the guest rooms farther back. It was late, and there was no doubt that many people had already retired for the night. She passed people coming from their rooms, looking bewildered and dazed. Selket pointed them in the direction of safety and returned to the task at hand.

She kicked in door after door, waking people and leading them to safety. She was beginning to feel dizzy and shook her head. Just as she cleared the last room, the building gave a great groan. It was going to collapse very soon, and she decided that now was the time to leave. She bounded down the stairs, fell through the second to last step, and managed to pull herself free. Her leg was bleeding rather badly, having been cut open by the splintered wood, but she put it to the back of her mind.

She could see that Acele and the woman was still fighting, with Rissien now accompanying her in battle. She pulled her bow and shot in the woman's direction, just missing her, but taking a few inches of her hair. She was trying to gain their attention. " We need to leave NOW. This place will fall any second now!" she yelled through the makeshift mask.

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Duncan sat awkwardly back at the inn, his ribs still hurt from his encounter with Adan’s ghostly knight. He wanted to ask Mrs Sophie to take a look at his injuries, but she had just got her sister back and he wanted to give them some time before asking for yet more charity from the healer. In the meantime he tried dull his pain with ale, whilst the others sat around and talked strategy. Duncan wasn’t sure which strategy and neither did he care much, he was much more concerned with who the knight was that this Adan had enslaved. The spirits of Knights are protected by holy rites and seals, to enslave one is one of the darkest of actions any mage could take. If the Orders knew about this they’d rip this place apart. He remembered a small town to the south, where a group of mages raised a Knights corpse to fight for them. The Order Of Golden Fury practically wiped the settlement from the map, it was the deepest sacrilege. Duncan was resolved to fight Adan at this point, for this sake, but he was unsure as whether to trust his new companions. They seemed friendly enough, but all this talk of personnel vendettas and some “Guild.” Duncan didn’t care, and neither did he want to get involved with problems of a personal nature.
Yet before he could voice any of these thoughts a strange looking girl wondered into the tavern and calmly threw two flaming torches into the centre of the inn. Duncan sat there almost in shock of the casual nature of this until it became apparent this wasn’t some kind of bizarre arson attack, this was Acele’s former guild and they were raiding the inn. Duncan sprang to his feet, a man came shrieking at Duncan from outside so he clobbered the him with his mug of ale.

“Piss Off!” Duncan yelled before unsheathing his sword and withdrawing his shield.

He began parrying and blocking bows, coming from all sides, one or two got through his defences but not through his plate armour.
“Does this happen to you guys often?!” Duncan yelled across the tavern to Acele and Thalion, the wood was being engulfed by flames with ever quickening speed “When do you sleep?!” Duncan yelled once more.

Duncan began to dispatch his opponents but as the civilians cleared Duncan realized this was not going to be easy. Whatever was happening behind him with Acele had been drawing the attention of the attackers, but it seemed quite a few had readjusted their focus onto him. He counted at least twelve attackers eyeing him up...that was going to be a problem. Duncan began to fight but his attackers numerical advantage meant he couldn’t get a blow in edge ways on them. Finally the Dwarf blacksmith came from upstairs.

“'Who asked for me' hammer?''

“I could sure use it!” Duncan shouted as he seemed to be swallowed by enemies.

Duncan ducked to avoid a swing, before finally landing a blow with his shield. The shield connected with the assailants jaw and it sent him flying through the tavern window into the streets outside.

“I’ve always wanted to do that!” Duncan said satisfyingly.

The enemies seemed to break up more and Duncan began dispatching his opponents one at a time.

He noticed one of the group fall rather awkwardly down the stairs, she was yelling at Acele when another attacker went to charge her from behind. Duncan charged himself, shoulder barging the him into the wall. He turned to the girl with the bow. As he did the whole inn creaked. Duncan coughed violently.

“We need to leave NOW. This place will fall any second now!"

“Archer, is everyone out?! *cough* *cough* Are you okay?”

Just then Sinead took Acele’s hand, it looked like the two young girls were retreating. The building gave another violent whine. The air was beginning to get especially thick with smoke. Duncan wretched violently and fell to his knees, he coughed forth something black and horrible mixed with blood. His ribs were obviously still very injured.

“Ah screw this!”

Duncan charged forward, barging assailants out of the way. He bluntly made his way over to Acele and Sinead.
“Hello girls I do not know,*cough* apparently you’re the good guys though*cough* so we need to get out!”

Duncan looked over her shoulder

“And so do your friends!”

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Red Dragon Inn

"I'm alright," Acele answered coldly, though her tone wasn't meant for Sinead. The flames were running rampant and the inn was collapsing. A huge support beam snapped over head. It was a clear sign that they needed to get out of the building. Across the flames she could see Thalion fighting Faine's men, his broadsword glinting in the firelight. She pushed Sinead towards the doorway, the only way out of the burning.

"Thalion!" She cried over the sparks of fire and popping wood. Behind her someone shouted, his voice deep but clear over the fighting.

“Hello girls I do not know,*cough* apparently you’re the good guys though*cough* so we need to get out!”

Acele looked up into Duncan's face. She nodded as the upper level began coming down near the stairs. A hand on her shoulder told her that Thalion was right beside her and ready to leave the fight. Near the door, Rissien had taken up the fight with Thyra, battling the dead rogue with such ferocity it almost made him seem different than his usual self, aside from the smile he wore on his sweat soaked face.

Once outside, Acele turned, the fire bright in her eyes. Rissien came out of the flames several moments after, beams falling right behind him and covering the doorway in a wall of fire. He turned to look at the destruction. It wasn't long after that the city guard came pounding down the streets in the dead of night and there was a call for water to be brought to the fire to put it out before it spread and burned down other wooden buildings.

"What now?" Rissien asked as he turned to the group.

"If we're lucky, Faine is still inside and will die a slow painful death," Acele answered, her eyes narrowed in anger.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side," the young warrior muttered as he eyed her with his grey gaze, a faint smile on his lips.

Acele rolled her eyes and turned to the large group of companions she found herself in. They were all dirty from head to toe from the ash of the fire, some were mixed with blood from Faine's men, and some of that blood she was sure belonged to them. She sheathed her daggers and put her hands on her hips.

"We make use of the abandoned part of Thedan, none of the guard will look for us there. That should help to keep us all under the radar," Thalion said.

"The less the Viscount know's the better," Acele agreed. The less eyes that watched her especially, the better. She didn't trust the guard, in fact she hardly trusted anyone. Not since her last encounter with law enforcement. The rogue scoffed at the memory and quickly pushed it away, unwilling to let it consume her thoughts. The first thing they needed to do was find shelter. Acele started down the street towards the darker parts of Thedan.

Elaine's Estate

"He never listens."

"No, he doesn't," Durion answered softly as he leaned over her. Elaine was spread out on her bed having been woken by the elf's insistence to see her. He sat on the edge of the bed, the upper half of his body right over her. She sighed at him.

"You should have more control."

"What could I do when a man has his mind firmly set?" The elf turned his head to the side, pale blonde hair falling around his shoulder.

"I find that when a man's life is threatened, he'll do just about anything," Elaine replied pulling herself right up against him and whispering in his ear. Her tone, however, was less than inviting. Durion laughed.

"And there are some men, my lady, that don't care about their lives no matter what."

"Then they are fools."

"Oh, come now Elaine, don't treat Thalion in such a manner."

The sorceress raised an eyebrow, "You mean to tell me that he doesn't care for his own life?"

"No, he cares for the lives of those he is in company with. He has always been like that."

She sighed and fell away from him, the pillows of her bed catching her. She turned her head to look out the window, "Well so long as he stays alive, then that's all that matters."

"Why is that my dear?"

Turning her head, she gave Durion a small wicked smile, "You and I both know that we have two different objectives."

Durion reached up and brushed her hair aside, "Ah, yes, but for now our objectives have the same course."

Elaine's yellow eyes glittered in the light of the moon and she reached up her arms to lock them over the elf's neck. She laughed as she brought him down for a deep kiss. When she released him, she pulled herself tight against him, "For now," she said.

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Several Days Later

"You're kidding me right?" Acele asked, her voice cold and just above a whisper. The group was settled around the dusty table in the large abandoned building they had found several days ago. Since the fire, the rogue had been on a mission to find out if her former guild master was still alive or not. So far she hadn't found anything that told her that he was dead. It didn't sit very well with her and she was more on edge than ever.

"She just wants some help, it's all right, Acele."

Thalion was leaning against the table, his deep blue eyes looking straight at her. He was trying to convince her that Elaine wasn't going to try to do anything to him. The pair stared at each other for some time until Thalion leaned back, sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his black hair. He turned his head sideways and gazed at her again, his eyes softening. Acele only narrowed hers as she watched him, but she knew that she was losing this fight.

"I still don't trust her."

"No, no," Rissien pipped in, he was seated across from her, leaning the chair back onto it's two back legs, his arms up behind his head, "You don't like her. There's a difference."

"Rissien," Acele growled at the young warrior who dropped the chair down and smiled at her innocently.

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

The warrior shrugged his shoulders, opened his grey eyes to look at her and then stood, "I think I'm going to go take watch for a while. Its safer than sitting across from her," he nudged Xin Hai and jerked his head towards the door, offering for the monk to join him outside.

"Don't get shot," Acele muttered as he left.

"Acele, I won't be gone long, alright?" Thalion said.

The rogue pushed her hands deep into her locks of brown hair and glared at the table, "Fine. In the mean time I'm going out to see if I can find out more about Faine."

"You should take someone with you."

"So should you," she shot back.

Thalion stood up slowly, pulling the sheath of his broadsword onto his back, "This is Elaine we're talking about, Acele. Will you please relax?"

The rogue stood up and put her hands on her hips, "Fine, I'll take someone with me."

The elf smiled, took her head in his hands gently and then kissed her forehead before leaving the building. Acele watched him go, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She didn't like the thought of him going alone with Elaine. She didn't like him going with her at all. Maybe Rissien was right, maybe it was just because she didn't like the pretty sorceress. Acele sighed softly and turned to the others.

"Anyone up to some fresh air?"

Graveyard: Catacombs

"So, what did you need me for?"

"I found a relic that I've been looking for. I need your help with getting it out," Elaine said as she walked slowly with him down the hall. The catacombs were dark and silent. The air thick with dust. The pair passed the area where Acele and the others had destroyed Adan's ghostly pet and his magical hold on an old relic. The room was destroyed, rocks littering the area. There was nothing left in that room besides rubble.

"Where is it at?"

"Down here a little further."

They walked in silence, Thalion keeping an eye out as he went. Elaine's staff tapped the floor lightly with each of her steps, the noise echoing through the darkness. The top of her staff glowed lightly, casting a soft golden light. Even then, the little light was engulfed by darkness. Thalion couldn't see further than a few feet in front of him. Elaine tugged on his arm as they walked, pulling him off to the right. He went with her.

"It's in there. Could you be so kind as to open the door for a lady?" She asked him, batting her yellow eyes up at him, a small smile curving her lips showing perfect white teeth.

The elf smiled at her in return and went up to the door. The stone door was large with several symbols all along it. The handle was carved into that of a dragons body snaking upwards, it's mouth wide open. Grasping the stone handle, Thalion pulled. Every muscle tensed as he pulled, inching the door open. Behind him, Elaine watched, her eyes wide with anticipation. It was several minutes after and Thalion was out of breath. The door was opened just enough for them to squeeze through. Elaine motioned for him to go first. The elf did so, getting himself wedged between the door and the wall. He pushed at the door, sliding it opened even more.

Turning, he looked inside the room. Fire erupted all across the circular room, the torches coming to life on their own. It startled the elf, but he didn't draw his sword, the room was empty after all. Empty, aside from a stone altar and a small crystal ball on top of that. Carvings were on the side of the altar, a form of elvish from what he could tell. The floor beneath his boots was carved as well, the circles and swirls all connecting and leading up to the bottom of the altar.

"Elaine, is this what you're looking for?"

"Yes it is, my lovely elf," she called behind him.

Thalion turned to look at her, only to meet a blast of her magic right in his chest. It knocked him flat on the ground, pushing the air from his lungs. Surprise rushed through him and he tried to move. Unable to do so, he coughed as he fought to get air back in his chest. A moment later and Elaine was straddling him, her staff held across his throat. Her yellow eyes flashed with excitment.

"The carvings in the stone is a recipe, dear Thalion. My magic, and an elf's blood. Thank you so much for helping me. It's a good thing you heal quickly, otherwise this would be over way before I was satisfied," she said leaning forward, closing the distance between. Her lips brushed his ear, "Too bad for that little rogue."

Elaine stood then, holding her staff over him. Her voice was soft as she chanted, but the more she chanted the more he could feel her magic tightening around him. A little while after and the first attack came. Her power cut through him, tearing open his armor and cutting deep into his skin. He started to heal almost immediately after she'd wounded him, but her magic pulled at his blood, drawing it from the wound before it could heal completely. He ground his teeth against the agonizing feel of her power sucking at him. Acele, I'm sorry...