She expected to land on mud and plants but instead she was in the arms of the samurai. "So much ancient magic. Norse, Atlantic and Oriental." She stood back up. Noticed that she was in the forest and sighed. "Morry is gonna kill me." She whispered to herself.

Morwen
Morwen sat behind the counter, listening to the storm and wondering why Nerwen hadn't come back. She closed the shop early and wandered outside, the storm had mysteriously vanished. "Why didn't I see this?" She started to walk towards the forest. She passed many friends and neighbours, smiling and waving to them as she passed. She couldn't see Nerwen anywhere near the edge. She started to panic, she lifted the long skirt of her dress and started to run. "Nerry!" She screamed, stumbling over roots and plants. She could she 2 men and Nerwen, she seemed panicky. "Get away from my sister!" She screamed, forming a flame in her hand.

Kanaye looked at the girl who had just arrived, he said cluelessly, "Is that her?" then seeing the flame on her hand freaked out. "Hey don't blast me! Just a friend I promise!"

Br'nard paused in his stride as another figure appeared on the track ahead, this time walking towards the Einherjar, apparently lost to the world.

The Warrior tilted his head to one side as he watched the girl approach, he could tell she was not human but beyond that...

Br'nard inhaled deeply once more, scenting the air, there was a sense of magic about this creature, perhaps a skin changer of some type?

The Warrior sniffed again... Ah Water sprite he decided, silently, the same creature that had once warned the Hero Sigurd during his great saga.

Standing in the centre of the path, legs planted firmly apart, The Barbarian waited for the girl to draw closer before raising a hand in greeting,

"Hail Nixe,"

He greeted her with a nod, before jerking his head towards the distant rooftops of Elkhunt,

"Do ye ken much about the town over yonder?"

"I doubt that." The flame grew. "My sister knows not to enter these forests, you probably dragged her in." She growled at him before throwing the fire ball. She followed her fire ball and grabbed her sister's arm. Starting to drag her out from the forest.

Nerwen
"Yep that's her." She told him. "I came in here because of the storm. The village was to far and the canopy was perfect shelter." She shouted over to her sister and took note of the fire ball in her hand. She focused on her magic and formed a water ball which she threw at her sister's fire ball. She was then being pulled from where she stood. "Bye bye." She said to the men with a small wave.

The confused samurai nodded, "See ya." he waved awkwardly, with the air of someone who was a bit shocked at the series of events.

Sahlidain was furious with the elfs answer. Then she looked as though she was in shock, tripping only to have Kanaye catch her. Before he was able to skin her alive for that remark another elf came to them yelling. He turned his head to see what the "sister" was doing. She was preparing some fire magic, it was relativly weak and could easily be avoided, but the human next to him may be severly injured. The other elf threw water to counteract the fireball. This was a waste of time and both elves were still in need of punishment though he would make damn well sure of that. He placed his hand on a nearby tree. "Your eyesss go far and wide. Tell me where they may lie. Your earsss hear the cracking of the earth, show me what they ssspurt. For you are sssoul of the foressst as well as the eldst." He spoke to the plant, shutting out all his senses in order to use its own.

Leli was smiling, which was always nice, a coveted fact by the boys at school. She had a pretty face, but a sour disposition, and rarely ever lit her face with a grin amongst them. Though she only smiled as she stared at the lake, head cocked to the side as she watched the lapping waves. Many things were happening, everywhere, all around her, she could feel power prickling her skin, goose-bumping her arms and sending shudders down her back. But it was of no concern to her, she was happy at the lake.

Suddenly giggly, she tugged off her uniform shoes and knee-high socks, threw them to the ground beside her schoolbag, and dashed into the water, squealing loudly as it lapped against her legs. It was cold, FREEZING cold, and the ground was slimy with algae, but it was fun anyhow. She felt safe enough to have this much fun, in what she called "Coven Mio", for no apparent reason. It was just a small bit of the lake pushed up against the rocks, with trees and the road not too far away for her to flee if spotted.

Many loud noises threatened her, and her instincts screamed for her to run away, but she stayed put, shaking her head stubbornly. Whatever issue they had, they didn't have it with her, and she had no reason to run like a scared child. In fact, she might even put up a fight if anyone attacked her. But a re-assessment of the powers prickling in the air gave her pause. Scratch that, she would put up a fight to CERTAIN attackers, and others, she would simply flee.

She felt foolish, knee-deep in lake water, the hem of her uniform absorbing some of the licking spray, hair wildly whipped about her face from her sprint to get here. She was supposed to be an adult, yet here she was, giggling like...well, like a school girl. Which made it all the more foolish.

"That extinct man is talking to my trees!" She screamed at her sister. Starting to fight her sister' grip. "Let me go!" She hissed at her. "I'm gonna make him pay for corrupting Rupert!"

Morwen
"By the gods." She stopped and pulled her sister in front of her. "It's a bloody tree. There's many more." She said to her in a strict and cold voice. "Now we are going home." She said pointing to the village.
When they reached the village, Morwen dragged Nerwen straight back to the shop. Once inside, Morwen kept her voice cold and strict. "You are to never go near the forest ever again, not even to the edge. Now go to your room." She pointed to the stairs and Norwen walked over to them in a huff. "You used to be fun." She heard her whisper before she went up the stairs. Morwen turned around and opened up the shop again.

"I'll be sure to remember to put the drops in." Kul said, but he understood her confusion over their names, it was not his true name, and Krell was... a rather old barbarian. "I do not blame you, we do not venture into town very often, it is... better that we remain apart from society." For their own good... With today's transportation it would be a simple thing to infect the world with an undead plague so vast it would be unable to be stopped, and thanks to such pointed out and secluded graveyards, Kul could raise an army that would cover the world, but he did not wish to travel that path once again, he knew where it ended.

"I will remember your name." Kul said simply, and he would, he never forgot anything. Where was what? Was she waiting for someone? If she was curious as to why it was so quite, animals could sense Kul... aura of death and so never came close to him. Dogs and wolves would bark and cower at his presence... usually preferring to run if possible.

"Rain? How odd." Kul said, it showed no signs of rain before. Thousand clashed and rain pattered, and while the elf ran for cover, Kul and Krell remained where they were. They could not feel the rain as it pattered against their bodies as all his nerves were long gone. This form only added a layer of complex and advanced illusion, one of his own making. Well, it was a couple of layers of complex and advanced illusion spells which would fight off dispels or pesky little people trying to peer through it.

"It is not magic." Kul said watching the lightning bolts flash, most likely something more.. Divine. The skies were not the domain of wizards and magic, they were the domain of something else, but before he could tell Nerry to control herself and calm down, she screamed and fled leaving him behind. "Children." Kul said shaking his head. "Come Krell, thanks to the rain people will be inside, let us go get somethings from the town while we have such time."

Ken. The corners of Ikiluk's lips twitched up as she came to a stop. That was one (easy) way to break her from her train of thoughts. The old language wasn't lost on her, but it was more comfortable, for her, to use modern speech patterns. She simply hoped the stranger understood her words as well as she understood his.

"Yes." Ikiluk inclined her head in confirmation. Greetings seemed like too much trouble for the moment. Ken, if she wasn't mistaken, came from the Scots, but whether or not the male in front of her was Scottish was another story completely.

He clearly wasn't human, or, at least clearly to her. She wasn't exactly sure what he was, but, the longer she stayed near him, the more she was sure that he wasn't exactly there. He was clearly there, physically, mentally, enough to have a presence and intelligence, but there was just something not right about him.

Ikiluk began to think back to Norse Mythology, being Norse herself. Einherjar briefly passed through her mind, but she tossed it aside. It was silly to think that he was an einherjar, just because she was a nixe -- yet another creature of Norse Mythology.

The Vampire King awoke from his short sleep, it was still day and from the sound it was raining. The clouds would block the sun, Vlad headed out of the house. Walking down the road, hardly feeling the rain. He stopped when he came across two people who reeked of death. "How interesting." He looked at the two, smelling something different. An illusion perhaps?

Br'nard looked the Nixe up and down as he folded large arms across a broad chest...

After a moments silence, the Warrior tilted his head slowly to one side and continued to peer at the Rhinemaiden, the elusive creatures were known to be helpful to travellers only when it suited them... And often the old legends had them down as tricksters and temptresses.

Finally, Br'nard shrugged his broad shoulders and stepped past her, knowing that if she intended to give him a proper answer she would have done so by now.

"Till we meet again then, Rhinemaiden,"

The Einherjar spoke by way of farewell as he passed the Sprite upon the path and resumed his measured stride towards the town, the rooftops of which loomed ever closer now through the gathering dusk.

Rain-and-lake-water drenched, Leli splashed barefoot through the streets, laughing. She had thrown her shoes and socks into her bag and sped off for home, coating her feet in dirt and mud. Some of the other stragglers on the street seemed to look at her strangely, but she could care less; she was having fun, and that was what mattered to her.

Something in her head began to scream that someone dangerous was near, and she skittered to a stop, panting heavily. There was a man, a large, barrel-looking man standing on the sidewalk, and something about him screamed power. He was side-tracked for the moment, but she had a feeling that he was still extremely aware of everything around him. Leli couldn't move, she stood stock-still across the street, staring at him. She had never seen him in Elkhunt before. Why was he here? What did he want? What exactly WAS he? The tiny shifter trembled, but she wasn't sure if she should be scared...or excited?

Kul continued his walk, his left hand resting on Krells arm as support as his right held a cane. He did not really need the cane or the support, but it made moving easier. Of course, he felt the lifelessness of the man staring at him from across the street. One did not get to become the Master of Necromancy without being able to feel such things. Lacking life... and he seemed intelligent enough, at least not as slow as a zombie or skeleton, which limited the options of what he could be. Vampire? Ghost? Wraith? He doubted he was another lich as liches were not common as very, very few necromancers ever reached this pinnacle of undeath. Oh well, he doubted it was any of his concern who or what the creature was. He had things he wanted to do before going back to sitting down and resting his weary bones.

Kul and Krell contiuned their walk, but once again another odd person showed up, this one a young girl who was splashing through the rain then just... stopped staring at the man from before. Perhaps the girl was just shocked at being seen? Did her instincts tell her something? What weird people... Well, it really wasn't his concern as this much rain could damage the flowers Krell was carrying for him that the young elven girl had given him. "Come Krell... let us at least cross the street, hopefully the young woman will realize she looks rather foolish at the moment."

Vlad smirked as the two went on, they obviously didn't think him a threat. Perhaps the monsters would meet again, he took notice of the girl standing their gaping at him. The No-Life King became irritated, he knew it was time for a snack. He started approaching the girl, mouth opening wider revealing terrible fangs. His eyes glowed red with murder as he approached her.

Br'nard Even'star stepped from the eves of the forest and strode out into the edge of town, following the dusty track towards the small settlements centre.

All seemed quiet as dusk began to fall, the Einherjar's boots scraped over the cobbles as he walked slowly through the rapidly deserting streets... there was a certain fear in the air here.

The Barbarian frowned, something about this settlement did not feel right... A sure sign that his Quarry could well be nearby...

Br'nard paused as his keen eyes spied movement, a small, dripped we slip of a girl was standing in the centre on the street, apparently mesmerised by something she was seeing...

The Einherjar's brows bunched like thunder heads as he spotted it, the tall dark figure swooping down towards the girl, cape billowing, eyes ablaze and fangs exposed...
Only one creature moved like that...

"Hold bloodsucker!"

Even'stars voice rang out across the street as above, the thunder grumbled in response.

The Einherjar took strode forward and positioned himself between the girl and the predator.

"Try me instead."

He growled, his eyes blazing like twin chips of burning ice as they fixed themselves upon the soulless, scarlet sockets of the creature...

Vlad was shocked but then laughed, "Your blood will make a greater meal oh Norseman!" The cloak around him spread, revealing his armor. Darkness spread from the cloak, his eyes spread through the darkness watching the viking. He drew his sword and leaped, spinning through the air preparing to smash his sword upon his foe.

Br'nard threw back his head and howled a battle cry up at the rising moon as the Vampire leapt, its blade flashing in a blinding dance of speed and skill!

Dropping to one shoulder, Even'star rolled heavily out of the path of his foes attack, coming swiftly back up to his feet a few paces away.

Reaching back, The Einherjar gripped the haft of his battleaxe and unsheathed the weapon in a flash of Dwarven steel!

Grasping his axe firmly in a two handed grip, Br'nard powered forward on the attack, bringing the mighty weapon up and cleaving it down in one mighty stroke-
Aiming just to the side of his foes head, The Einherjar looked to shatter the vampires collar bone and hew him to the dust in one, fell, savage blow..!

Vlad had time to dodge, but he decided its time to show this man he was no ordinary Vampire. The blow cleaved through his body, severing his head and arms from his body. He fell to the ground, he lay there motionless. His body then began to rebuild itself in a flow of blood and shadow, fully reformed, he laughed mockingly. Charging faster then before in a haze of shadow he swung his sword aiming at the mans hip meaning to cut him in two.

Br'nard raised an eyebrow as he watched the creature reform, so not a Vampire then... Perhaps some sort of Changling...?

Leaning back, The Barbarian allowed the blade to scour him across the chest, leaving a vivid, bloodied trench running across Br'nard's bare torso.

Locking eyes with the creature, The Einherjar grinned savagely as his own wound began to heal, the flesh knitting together before the very eyes of his attacker.

If there was one thing a Viking knew how to do, it was boast...

Now Br'nard's eyes narrowed as he circled his opponent, looking for an opening....
Gripping his massive, two handed battle axe tightly, the Barbarian swung it up to the side once more... And this time there was an explosion of light...

The runes etched along the axe head began to glow a vivid crimson as tendrils of white hot flame began to flicker across the blade, as if it were coated in burning oil...

The flames suddenly whipped up in a sudden gust of wind as tendrils of fire began to wind down Br'nard's arms and flicker across his body....
Shadows danced as the Einherjar seemed to grow in stature, his muscles swelling and veins standing out along his arms in stark relief...

Suddenly, Br'nard bought the Battleaxe crashing down onto the cobbles of the street which instantly began to bubble and melt as, with a mighty roar a great wave of fire sprang from the point of impact and surged towards the Vampire in an onrushing torrent of flaming fury...!

Nerwen
Nerwen sat by her window and looked out to see a giant fire. "Oh the gods are making this day entertaining." She opened her window and climbed onto the roof. She ran along the rooftops, jumping from roof to roof. She then dropped down, manipulating the air to stop her fall. She landed and ran to what she thought was a safe distance, it was 2 men fighting. The sense of norse magic from the giant made her left ear twitch and she could sense death and darkness from the other man.

The Vampire sensed the fire was Divine, he would not heal so easily from an attack. Instead of facing it head on, his cloak opened up sending a wave of undead familiars. They appeared as peasants from the Turkish Empire. The creatures moaned and rushed towards the fire, colliding with it. Meanwhile Vlad had moved into the shadow and appeared behind the warrior, not having time to strike with his sword. He shoved his hand forward like a spear with such force he could rip his hand through the man.

Kanaye told the man he was with before that he would be in town if he needed him. He wandered off towards town and felt something uneasy on the air, he wandered towards the source of the feeling and saw two figures locked in combat. He saw one of the Elven sisters from before and approached her, "I wouldn't get into this yet, if the fight starts to harm civilians then we should intervene."

Well, this was different. Kul watched in silence as the man from before fought a rather large brutish looking man... much like his Krell only with flesh. The other girl from before simply stared like before, would she flee? Would she interfere? This was not a fight someone should get involved with as a normal man would die in seconds cleaved in two by either of these men. It was none of his concern, but moving would attract attention, and he had no real desire to be dragged into their combat, so there he stood.

He sensed a flair of magic that came from a different direction, and so he turned his head spotting the same elf girl from before. He lifted the cane and used it to wave at her, not sure if she could see him or not, but he felt it was best, also if she was closer, he could be sure to protect her if things got rough. It would be a fair trade, ensuring she did not get hurt in return for the flowers.

The trees showed everything within a 20 Kilometer radius. A battle, a battle, destruction. It whispered in his ears. Dark one is here, cursed one. This confused him but he looked further into it, not even paying attention to Kanaye walking away. There were two men fighting, one massive, the other....different. He then teleports himself 20 meters away. "Thisss will make a sssuperb view." He said as he began to watch the battle.

Alone again. Ikiluk inclined her head just a bit and turned, walking a ways behind the barbarian. Though neither of the forces she felt were particularly comforting, the one from last night left her feeling strangely vulnerable. She hadn't felt like that in over a century; the nix still had yet to decide if this was bad or not.

She came across the scene of two figures and the barbarian -- whose name still remained a mystery to her -- and she backed off, settling in a place to watch the fight. She had heard legends of those who would fight non-human creatures for "higher beings", but never had she seen an actual fight. This was a once in a hundred life-time chance, and she was going to take it.

Again, her eyes drifted to the figures, particularly the girl. She felt her heart drop. Would she get hurt in the crossfire? Was it worth it to help her? Perhaps not. Ikiluk straightened her posture from her watching place and tensed in preparation to run. To fetch her or not to fetch her was a difficult question.

Mentally hitting herself, Ikiluk edged around the fighting duo and went to Leli, giving her no time to ask questions. She tugged her away from the fight. There was no telling how bad it would become with divine and darkness fighting. The clash was older than any of the creatures in the town, and it wasn't her place to leave someone in the middle.