OOC-Hi! Thank God my Login name finally works...I hope I have a half decent idea of what I am doing!

IC-Tired, Chori realized that Tarisse had stopped somewhere and she hadn't noticed. "Damnit!" She whirled around and, brushing her Chestnut hair out of her face, raced back in her own footsteps to find her companion. Tarisse was like a little sister to her. She couldnt be lost! Suddenly, she saw her. Chori ran to her little sidekick and hissed, "Next time you stop and I dont, LET ME KNOW!" Her voice was silken, even though she was worried and angry
"Ohhh, Sorry!" exclaimed Tarisse. "I thought you were right behind me!"
Chori rolled her eyes. "Let's go!"
Tarisse scrambled to her feet and folowed the Paladin. On they ran, burying more and more, and being able to heal less and less.

OOC--Chori. Don't put up new threads. That's my job and vAl's job, depending on who's QM... no problems otherwise...

IC--Maclaves started at the question of what they should do. He stammered a second, and then looked around sheepishly. The paladin--obviously new to his position--grinned and lowered his eyes for a second before launching into a long, high-speak that amounted to precisely this: 'I don't know'. He shrugged and then, as if rolling dice in his head to aid his decision-making faculties, pointed towards the fire on the horizon.

'Let's go there--while some fires are good for the natural order of things, this one surely cannot be. I can sense much destruction and entropy there.'

The assembled WarAngels and Knight of Gaia, such as they were, found themselves within the rising of two moons at the fallen gates of the City of Arneis, once a great trade city full of merchants and manufacturers. Now reduced to ashes and burning timbers. The glassworks steamed, a heap of rubble and slag. Drask turned to Naurelis with a look of concern etched upon his face. Before he could even think of what to say, how to ask, she in-spoke to him:

'It is done, water brother. I respect your concern for these poor folk whom we'll never get to know.'

She sat upon the parched and scorched earth, the point of her glassteel sword sinking into the dead soil. Her crystal helm began to glow as the light from Gaia's vial of water spread to encompass the dryad. The WarAngels basked in her radiance, a glimmer of hope in a darkening world. The clouds returned, this time bearing life. With a jagged fork of lightning that rent the sky in twain, the heavens opened and rain poured down like an unstoppered cask of beer down a sober dwarf's throat. Drask nodded his thanks to his water-sister.

They brooded at the gates, when suddenly an two elves, one not quite so elven-looking and following in the other's shadow, raced up. Both looked startled to find real, live people in this otherwise dead (or undead) town. Romu, still not quite sobered up even with his most recent shower (one extra one this year), leered at them with uisghe and greenweed heavy on his breath. 'You headed our way?' the human once-warrior said, as he sprawled face-down on the almost-parched
earth.

Chori Seile gasped at this man, obviously one in the service of her own Goddess, that he could have fallen so far from what he once was.

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Qui custodiet ipsos custodies?
Who will watch the watchers themselves?

ooc-Sorry about the new thread!! Really short post...am tired!

IC-"Yes actually," stammered the Paladin. She looked up at the others as if to say, "What happened to him?"
The Dragon of the group stared back as if to say, "DON'T ASK!"
She nodded. Then, realizing she hadn't introduced herself, said, "Hello. I am Chori Seile. Child of the Moon and Paladin of The Goddess. This is my almost-sister, Tarisse, Healer."
The others smiled at the two.
Chori could tell that the tipsy fighter had once been great. She couldn't believe that he had tumbled so far down.

OoC - Greetings new ones. BTW, shouldnt doublepost, val or drask get mad >=(

IC - 'Fresh meat' Xandim kept thinking as he looked at the two... anymatter, Xandim was glad to have more people in this party. It's always nice to have decoys around during a fight, which was almost certainly going to happen. "Welcome," grumbled the daemon. Studying Maclaves, Chori and Tarisse, he noticed hatred in their eyes. Maclaves had glasped his sword, Chori and Tarisse had twitched and proceeded to grasp their weapons, expecting a fight. "Do you think you can handle this daemon? The dragon in which you envy because of his strength and size could not stop me, and you think you can?" Xandim snapped at their hostility. "ENOUGH!" snapped vAldici, "we do not have the time for this. Xandim, do not try that again or you will find yourself somewhere you do not wish to be. Chori, Maclaves and Tarisse, welcome Xandim. He err, isn't himself lately.."
"Hi.." Chori, Maclaves and Tarisse muttered in unison...

OOC- I had some time on my hands, so I decided to make a longer post.

IC- At a distance from the quarreling quorum, the pale figure with the black pearl rose. He saw his sword and dagger laying nearby. He picked up the dagger. It was a beautiful weapon. It had been passed down for generations. His father had never had much use for it. It was much more useful to someone who would need to defend himself.

He spoke, knowing that there was no one near to hear him: "Father, if you could see me now, you'd see that those potions were no waste. They gave me a purpose. They gave me life. Granted, this isn't exactly what most people would define as life; but it isn't death. Now I can make something out of my existence. Now I can begin to do significant things. I am ready. World, here comes Vilset."

Vilset picked up the dagger and sword. After a second thought, he broke off a piece of a wooden beam of debris, and put it into his pocket. Might need it soon.

To get anywhere, Vilset knew that he would have to join up with that group in the distance. They were the only moving things in sight. But first, he needed to quench his thirst. He meandered through some of the wrekage. He found a lifeless body which still had color in its cheeks. Vilset hesitated; was it right to do what he was about to do? No matter. He was set on doing it. He bent over the cadaver, and leaned towards its neck. He bit in. The rush! The quenching! The bitter-sweet taste! Amplified hundreds of more times greater than he could ever have surmised! Enough, enough. No more. Vilset lifted his head, and reached into his pocket. He saw the eyes of his victim flash open for a moment. He had never seen eyes like those before; they were the eyes of a soulless wretched creature. Before the victim had a chance to do anything further, Vilset thrust the wooden piece of beam into its chest. Then the pitiable creature was no more.

Vilset was already becoming accustomed to this new way of being. He would have to be accustomed to destroying every one of his meals. After all, he didn't want vampires running loose around the land, causing mischief. Plenty of mischief can be made with just one vampire.

OOC- ooh, this is becoming fun ;-]

Vilset :-[..

OOC: Gangsta ass niggas don't flex nuts, cause gangsta ass niggas know they got 'em.


IC: Romulus slid up next to the new token babe and whispered in her ear, "Some people trip. I fell."

"Yeh, I heard." She turned her head away in disgust because Drask had given him bad breath.

"It's not what you think. It's my medicine."

"Riiiiight...."

"No really, look." Romulus pulled up his shirt and showed Chori a long scar between his right hip and his belly button. "Bad gut. Had to have some of it taken out."

Chori blushed. "Uh... Oh, I see."

"I don't take gut wounds very well. They're the worst." Romulus rubbed his belly softly, kneeding the inflamed intestines back into submission.

"Yeh...me neither..."

"Oh really?" Romulus laughed as he dug around his pocket. "Now, somewhere around here I left a--Ah! got it."

Chori was standing as tall as she could now. "Yes, really," she stated proudly.

Romulus lit the burnt out roach and sucked the soothing smoke deep into his lungs. He spoke without bothering to exhale. He did this sometimes, to imitate his favorite dragon, and admittadly, to tease him a bit. "You're too pretty."

Chori didn't quite know how to take this.

"What I mean is," Romulus paused to take another hit, "you don't have any scars. Ahh...that's the stuff."

Chori turned on her heel to walk away and Romulus called out. "Give it a few months. You'll look like the rest of us soon enough." Unconciously he rubbed a particularly nasty scar that ran across the top of his left hand and muttered softly, "or you''ll die trying."

***Knowledge without Goodness is Dangerous
and Goodness without Knowledge is Weak.***