A bright flash of light came out of the blue portal leading to the Dunes. Gilgamesh walked out as he took a deep breath of the sandy air. The dryness was a large contrast to the wet, humid air of the Tangled Green. Gilgamesh flinched as he touched the remnants of the battle between him and Guu. He sourly frowned at the thought of his loss but he would get stronger, and his Kingdom would grow. That’s right, Gilgamesh’s kingdom! A smile crept on his face as he remembered his city of Nippur and how prosperous his Kingdom would soon become. He looked down the hill to the heathen city of Carrefore. How it would soon crumble before Gilgamesh’s might. Soon.

Gilgamesh arrived at the backwards town of Carrefore and its barbituric people. The incessant chatter of the streets eventually became strong whispers and he could hear his name whispered through the street. The incessant banter was starting to get on Gilgamesh’s nerves and a vein began to bulge on his forehead and his face began to show signs of annoyance.

“Do you worms actually believe you are worthy of speaking my name?! Continue to degrade my name in such a fashion and you will die like the runts you are.” An eerie silence rang through the street and people’s eyes averted from Gilgamesh to save themselves from his wrath. A tumbleweed comically broke the silence as it forced the King to stop and watch as it breezed along. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes in frustration.

I already have my Kingdom. There is no point in entertaining these mongrels any longer!

He opened his eyes and continued on his path as the streets began to empty and the residents trailed along to their houses. A pair of troopers began to come out of an alleyway and their garbled talk began to become frantic once they saw Gilgamesh. Words like, “Isn’t that the King of Heroes.” and “Isn’t that guy an enemy?” They took their guns out as slowly approached him, their footsteps careful as if they were trying to sneak up on him.

“Halt! In the name of the Emperor you are under arrest King of Heroes .” Their guns aimed, shaking ever so slightly. Gilgamesh walked past them with no acknowledgement and their “collected calmness” broke.

“I said halt or else I’ll shoot.”

The King paused in the middle of the street, his back facing towards to hostile troopers. He could feel the quivering in their voices and the fear in their hearts.

“Do you really think I shall waste my precious time fighting with only two mongrels? Think wisely, who will come out alive?” An uncomfortable shift in the troopers flew by and he heard them talk some mumbled gibberish into their communicators. The King continued his stroll, unbothered by any more troopers.

As he was about to reach the edge of town several voices called out in unison. “Wait!” Frantic footsteps and kicked up dust was easily seen and heard as the King lazily turned to meet the many voices. He saw a group of men and women all eager and filled with either hope or fear, come out and greeted the King, their eyes downcast on the ground.

An older man’s voice emitted out of the crowd, “King of Heroes, us lowly villagers wish to join the Kingdom of New Babylon and we hope you will provide a Safe Haven to your citizens.” The Old Man looked up from the crowd, his toothless grin and his white beard dusty from the harsh weather. Gilgamesh peered at the man before turning his back on them.

“Very well, come along.”

Gilgamesh lead the way back to his Kingdom, a trail memorized long ago through his many voyages across the desert. As Gilgamesh came upon his Kingdom he saw a group of large men erecting a nice tavern to keep its occupants safe, their sweaty bodies pulling the rope as dusty-colored as the sand around it. His loyal servant, Anos, came to greet the King but as he approach with the new group Anos’ eyes flew wide open.

“My King! Watch out!”

Gilgamesh turned in a panic to see the Old man brandishing a silver dagger covered in a thick, mucus-like substance. His toothless grin showing and his eyes wide with insanity. A shrill laugh came along with his raspy voice.

“Die, False King!”

Join New Babylon

Do you feel helpless? Are you outraged by a horrific atrocity that has happened in your local area? Do you feel like your leader does nothing to help? Then join New Babylon, where the One True King leads his people and protects them. One shall never feel fear or desolation underneath his just rule. Just go to the Endless Dunes and take the small travel to Nippur to travel to Omni's own garden of Eden!

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It was black.
Darkness everywhere within his sight. If Lokarri had been in his right state of mind, he might have questioned where he was or why he couldn't seem to move, but the only thing in his mind was the destruction of the Guild and the loss of his childhood dream. All else seemed to simply slide off his mind without catching.

But then something caught. A person, or at least something that could be loosely defined as a person. More of a shadow or glimmer in the shape of a person. Slowly, his mind latched onto these thoughts as if desperately clawing for something to focus on to restore his mind to working order.

The last Hero tried to move and ask where he was, but neither of those functions seemed to be working properly. It seemed like he was completely immobile or maybe like his body wasn't even there. Nevertheless, the strange being before him spoke for the first time.

Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Character name: Neal

Character source: Original Character

Character history: From Modern Day Earth, Neal was large on gaming, television and internet in general. His dependency to technology usually revolved around diving into fantasy worlds as often as he could. For most of his adolescence and especially into his adulthood, he wished he could just jump into one of these games. It seems Omni doesn't mind playing the part of fairy godmother.

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Physical Description: Neal stands at 6'4 and weighs a whopping 155 pounds. Due to a majority of his time spent indoors, his skin is a pale fair and his hands lacks calluses from any form of repetitive work. He appears to be a run of the mill couch potato with a knack for fantasy. His only unique feature is the three inch long scar on the outside of his left shin, earned from attempting to use a sharpened katana without proper training or precaution.
Otherwise, he appears normal; his hair is just beyond shoulder length and wavy. He often wears a pinstriped fedora, thus taming his hair to more or less remain "down," save for in high humidity. Frizzy hair asside, Neal also has murky blue eyes. They may not be the prettiest on most days, but at times they seem to light up with Neal's "expressive" face - which also makes him easy to read at times. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not so much.
Stats:
ATK:2
DEF:2
SPD:1
TEC:5

Starting Proficiencies: 2200
1000 - Ranged
600 - Remote Control
600 - Ranged Materialize

Starting Powers: 400
400 - Basic Telekinesis

Starting Moves: 1800
900 - Attraction - Ranged, Remote Control, Ranged Materialize - The ability to attract mass towards one's self. The user may attract in one of two ways: Radial Attraction, which pulls at all nearby matter with a radius of a quarter of the user's maximum range or Palm-Attraction, which pulls towards the hand, however it does not counterweight .Weight heavier than the user will attract the user to the targeted object.
900 - Repulsion - Ranged, Remote Control, Ranged Materialize - The ability to push an object away from one's self. The user may repel in one of two ways: Radial Repulsion, which pushes at all nearby matter with a radius of a quarter of the user's maximum range, or Palm-Repulsion, which repels from the palm, however it does not counterweight. Weight heavier than the user will lead to the user being repelled instead.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

I need some ideas... Since I'm still establishing myself here... lol.... I want to make a new move.... I want to call it The Reckoning... It has to be A Tier 1 Super Move... Something that I can even Upgrade to a Tier 2 Super Move later on.... Yeah I am aiming that far...

It's got to be even stronger then... Controlled Scatter Shot and Trapped. It has has to be Retane's OWN Signature Move.

I need some good Ideas.... Be my tennis ball ?

Name: Gildarts Clive
Spent OM: 77,150
Consumed OM 5,800: Consumed OM in Chronological Order: [spoiler] Ambrosian Vault (2000)
Isolation Verse (750)
Warp Whistle (600)
2 Medi Gels (100)
3 Elixirs (300)
2 flashbangs (400)
Starman (500)
5 Elixir (500)
3 Medi-Gel (150)
1 Free isolation Verse (0)
1 unused soldier pill (300)

Total consumed OM= 6100

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Proficiencies: (5800); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged(1000), Area Attack(600), Area Shield (400), Debuff Prof (1,000), Remote Control (600), Ranged Materialize (600), homing (600)
Powers: 3rd cap (16,500/20,000): Stealth 1,200, Insight 1,600 OM, Master Jump  800 OM, Flight 1000 OM, Burst movement  800 OM, Survival 2000 OM, Fusion basic 1000 OM, Super speed 1000 OM, Enhanced senses basic 1400 OM, Suppression 1000 OM, Advanced Regeneration 2200 OM, Foresight 1500 OM, symbiosis (1000)
Moves: (2800); Parry (300), Clasp (300), Shatter (300), Disperse (300), Disassemble/Crash (600), Crushing Punch (300), Crash! (600)
Super Moves(3000): SD1: Crash and Burn (600), SA1: Crushing Evil, Spreading the Truth: Empyrean (600), SA2: Crushing Evil, Spreading the Truth: Ikazuchi (800), T2 Fairy Law (1000)
Transformations (2500); T1 power up,(1,000) T2 Power up, (1,500)
Assists:
Items: Communicator, Mobile Dataverse Device, Iso Verse, Warp Whistle, Starman, Flashbangx2, soldier pill
Bases: None
Artefacts: The Malefactor (Currently in a vault)
Unlocks: (35,000); Stat Upgrade V (25000), Tier 3 Powers Cap (10,000)
Base stats:
ATK: 6(+2) (+4)
DEF: 3 (+1) (+2)
SPD: 3 (+2) (+3)
TEC: 3 (+0) (+1)

Purchases and Deductions for Gildarts go here!

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Character name:
Lokarri Nexustrasza

Character source:
Fable (videogame series)

Character history:
After the threat posed by Jack of Blades was gone forever, the Heroes Guild thrived and grew once more. They even appointed a new Guildmaster. However, people around Albion started becoming more and more suspicious of the Guild and its Heroes, more than ever before. They grew weary of some Heroes arrogance, believing they were above the law. With Jack gone, people thought there was no need for Heroes anymore. Before Oakvale fell and became Wraithmarsh, it arised a movement called the Anti-Hero League of Oakvale. One day a mob of villagers from nearby Bowerstone attacked the Guild. With the element of surprise, superior numbers, the newly invented guns from Samarkand, and the hesitation of most Heroes to attack the people they had sworn to protect, they managed to successfully destroy the Guild. The surviving Heroes fled into the woods and the Guild was no more.

Lokarri had seen it all. He had watched as the people he had become a Hero to protect had turned on them and burned his home to the ground. He had only graduated the day before the attack, not even having had the time to take his first quest. With nothing left except his training and his Will, the last Hero turned to enter the forest and make whatever life he could for himself. This is when Omni pulls him from Albion to make a new start in the Omniverse.

Physical Description:
Lokarri stands at 5' 11" tall and weighs roughly 200 lbs. He's not very large or well built, but his strength is deceptive. His Hero training has left him incredibly fit under the loose clothing he prefers. He has brown hair that reaches about shoulder length in the back and bright blue eyes. After graduating the Heroes Guild, he was given a plain set of villagers clothes that he wears now, consisting of a coarse white shirt, dark brown cloth pants, and thick brown leather boots made for travel. A harness is slung across his right shoulder and around his waist that holds the sheathe of his Iron Long Sword strapped to his left hip. Since the Guild was destroyed before Lokarri could take any quests, the fresh Hero has no scars or notable marks beyond a few nicks on his hands from sword training.

Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 3
SPD: 2
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength(1000 OM)
Ranged Proficiency(1000 OM)
Homing Proficiency(600 OM)

Starting Powers:
Enhanced Senses - Basic(1400 OM)

Starting Moves:
Iron Long Sword (requires Physical Strength) - 300 OM
A simple iron longsword that is given out as standard equipment for all graduated Heroes of the Guild. It has no special properties, but is still a good balance between the speed of a lighter weapon and the striking power of a heavier one.

Yew Long Bow(requires Ranged Proficiency) - 300 OM
A longbow made of Yew that is given out as standard equipment for all graduates of the Heroes Guild. Uses simple arrows and cannot handle much tension but is still an effective weapon.

Lightning(requires Ranged Proficiency, Homing Proficiency) - 300 OM
The first Will spell taught to all apprentices, the Lightning spell shoots a focused bolt of electricity from the user's hand at a target or enemy. The bolt is not very powerful, but can be maintained to do continuous damage. Since the energy for this spell is drawn directly from the Hero's Willpower, it can put intense strain on the mind if held for too long. Because the electricity is powered by the user's mind, it always travels directly towards the target chosen rather than acting as true lightning would and seeking the closest attractive grounding. The range the bolt can travel before dissipating is about 30 feet, so it is best used while gaining distance from, or closing with, enemy targets.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
Yes, I have.

Dont hate me....

But I was never lying....


I told you i had the Lythians...


I Use to play a game called Crusader Knights... and.... well I was good... and I made posts about actions.... But here...

I'm not sure if any of it is graphic..... So be warned... alot of it is actually going to be confusing....


But Here we go....

Pt.1 THE BEGINNING

Silently he stood there, looking on at the sunset, his mind pondering on the past. How long had it been since the sorcerer had removed him and his fellow warriors from Lythia? Would they ever be able to find a way back? Had Lythis fallen? Or perhaps it had withstood the vile assault that was taking action when he had been betrayed which had landed him into another realm of reality? If he ever returned would they beleive the truth, or would they call him a liar and turn their backs to him?

Enroshia stared on as the horizon turned a rainbow of multiple colors within the spectrum. From Haven, to Valorn, to where he was now, he had found his place amongst the others, him and his comrads. Why they followed him, he was unsure, but they were ever so faithful, and would never allow him to be anything but their leader. Arith, Gromsor, Inirtas, Ashlon, Raze, and the others, they all had been entrapped in the spell cast upon him. But why had he remet Killalen here from Valorn? The lord hardly spoke and seemed to have changed his demeanor quite a bit. Yet, he still remained faithful.

The feiry lord turned around as Arith approached him, along with Inirtas, Killalen, and Kip, Killalen's favored knight.

"Enroshia", began Inirtas, "Word is you and others are planning a tournament of soldiers?"

Enroshia nodded silently.

"But that consists of so much bloodshed! Isn't there something else we could do?"

"Perhaps,Inirtas, but I have not thought of such a thing. I have faith in my men, as they do me and no matter the cost, they are patriots to Fates End. LIke I have fell already, they can fall and be resurrected as well, those that do not acheive victory, that is." Enroshia stood there dressed in his white armor as he spoke.

"So, who are you going to send", questioned the ever so eager to kill, Arith.

"Most likely yourself or Kip, pending the agreements, my freind." Enroshia watched as Arith smiled at the possibility of defeating more enemies. Kip seemed uneasy, as the clumsy one nearly fell down just standing there. No matter his faults though, Kip was a great knight, Enroshia knew.

By te way", added Arith, "Will you make this knuckle dragger to talk? Or did he bite his tongue off on accident? He use to be so much fun!" Arith had pointed at the black clad Killalen, who remained there quiet the whole time, seemingly uninterested in the goings on, yet he made a great lord and general when needed.

It was amusing to watch his 'rag-tag' group associate with each other, and always brought a smile to his face. Vokey appeared out of the blue and approached the rogue King, his informative face showing he had a report.

"Sir, Baby seems to be doing fine now. The animal experts have done a great job of fixing her up."

The lord was talking about the smallest dog that had follwed him ever since the two had met. Even when he went to the dog fights she was there. When Leila had been beside him a few days ago, one of the dogs had got loose, and had suprised her, without a hesitation, Baby had launched in to assist Leila. They had the dog pinned to the ground quickly and the officials had appeared yelling at him to call them off. With a simple command Baby had appeared back at his side while Leila began to pace about the assaultant. Baby seemed to have a 'I can take 'em look on her face'. Enroshia allowed her to fight the exact dog after it was better and Baby had lost. Enroshia had to be removed after he ran into the arena and kicked Baby's opponent square in the jaw.

"Vokey, do not call me sir, but consider me as an equal, and call me Enroshia. I told you before, I dont run things like AF or any other Kingdom my freind. And thank you for the update. I'm going to see her now. You men can follow or go about your business, up to you."






Pt 2 They come to see their FATE




"Sir! Scouts report multiple armies seemingly headed in our direction." The messenger knelt to the ground as he spit out the news.

Enroshia gazed at his follower and slightly cocked his head. "Which kingdom do these fools come from?"

"AngelFire m'lord!"

"Hmm..." Mused the King of Fate as he thought over this new information. "More details if you would?"

"Five to six armies are estimated to be headed this way sire. The closest army is lead by Lord Hellsbane's Champion Knight, Sir Pendragon," reported the messanger.

"Hmm very well, fetch me Arith, and where is Kip", demanded the crimson clad King.

"No need to fetch me I am here. I knew I tasted war in my mouth this morning when I woke!" The yellow masked Knight entered the courtyard from behind te labrynth of bushes. "Kip is out galavanting I suppose. So other then that, what would you have me do?"

With a dark whisper that most likely brought a smile to Ariths fac e, Enroshia spoke, "Gather the troops."

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The blood red clothed feind looked about his army, ready to defend themselves in war. "Hellsbane sends his armies in our direction", his voice was deep and clear. "Most likely declaring himself rightful and just in this act, as he attempts to redeem himself for the lies he has told. Hellsbane thinks he can control us! Hellsbane thinks that because we refused to fall under his command that he can just storm us and call himself righteous. I say, let them come and allow us to show him the realization that we will not be defeated! Let us show them that we are better then them, that we outclass them, that we are superior to them!"

The look in the elvish feinds eyes told his men that he was serious, and he could tell that their spirits were rising. "AngelFire had assisted us by sending the Ambassador, Lord Vokey to our Kingdom. Hellsbane betrayed us as he attempted to control us. He is surely no ally of ours. Neigh, he is our enemy! And if an enemy came knocking at your door, would you allow him to come in and take over? I did not think so. Perhaps this assault was egged on by Vokey, for redeemtion of being banished as we chose our new allies. Or mayhaps Hellsbane simply gave the order, with some lie as he would. No matter what, they come for our heads! Will you let thme have it!?!?"

"NO!!!" Came the shouts of the single army that stood ready to defend their kingdom.

"Then let us prepare!"

Enroshia moved out of the way and allowed Arith to take control. "Hellbound! Let us quench my blades' thirst for blood as we defend our Kingdom! If you see an Angel slaughter it! If you see fire, put it out! Unless it is burning the Angel... if that happens, point and laugh! Little guys on me! "

"FOR PONY!!!!!!!!!!!!"








Pt. 3 Ashlon joins the fight





"Enroshia!"

The crimson feind turned to see Ashlon, his favored Caption coming in his direction , his face so preudent with information. A slight nod allowed the Knight to go on.

"They come."

Enroshia took a moment to think then gave anoter nod to excuse Ashlon, but the warrior didn't move. Enro notised this and questioned, "Do ye wish to go then?"

"Yes. I wish to show them the meaning of Fate." The determination in his face told Enroshiah that he was determined.

"Very well, go, assist Arith, take your men and do your best my freind."

With a nod, Ashlon was gone and Enroshia was alone again as he stared out into the sun set. It would be night time whenAshlon arrived, and he wondered how thaey would fair

----

Ashlon strode out into the battlefeild flanking the Army of the Lair to the side of his comrads army. The blade that was sheated upon his back was removed and rested firmly inhis hand. He charged, leading his calvary firmly into the fight, his blade taking the first bite into the flesh of his army's victims.

---

Arith had used his foes weapons to show them their creation was their bane. Now, he reched behind himself with both hands and unshealed the two dagger like swords that were crossed behind his back. He moves were swift and he cut down multiple foes within the matter of seconds. As the frech blood dripped from his steel fangs his looked into the sky and howled for all his men to hear, "FOR GREMLIN!!!!!!!!!!"


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It was their second pass and Ashlon had just found a blade into his left shoulder. Pain errupted into his army and he faltered, only lucky to not receive a second blow. As they turned for another charge, his second asked if he was alright. The knight knew all to well he could not show weakness again or it would dishearten his men and they could fail.

His grip tightend around tthe hilt of his blade and his teeth bared hard against each other. With a declartion the sword shot into the air, "FOR LYTHIA!!!!!!!!!"





Py 4. More Enemies


battle was over before dawn had risen. Sir Arith and Captain Ashlon now stood aside each other as teir men collected the casualties of their side and the casualties of their victims. The deceased were seoerated onto carts that were pulled by wagons. The idea had come from the ywellow warrior , who now stared at his twwin sabers, admiring the blood that they were coated in. "Igot 53 deaths this battle on my own, how about you"

Ashlon only looked on, his blade cleaned and resheathed, "I didnpt count. I was on my horse attacking anyone that I charged, if it was me who killed them, I do not know."

"Aww that s--- wait what is that?" The yellow masked knight looked onward into a distimcwe to see torches come in their direxction. "Foes!"

Ahslon looked on seeing the samething and looked towards his comrad, "What shall we do?"

Arith turned about and began to run, "EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!!!!!!!!" Ashlon only looked on at the incomging armies that approached. Arith, had haulted and returned to Ashlons side, "One of these day's you'll laugh."

"Perhaps, but not today."

"I say our men dont have enough to win this one quite yet, let us turn towards our kingdom with our spoils and regroup." Arith nodded at his own words.

"Perhaps that would be best", added the Captian.

Arith then looked at the horse that stood beside Aslon and reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white ball. He tossed it in front of him and cried, "Rapidash, I choose you!"

Nothing happened and Arith looked at the confused Ashlon for an answer, as the colored ball just laid there on the ground. "Ok, How about, Ponyta, I choose you!!!"

Again nothing

"Damned mage lied to me", muttered Arith. "Guess I'm going on foot! See you later' mater."

With that Arith was off on foot.

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Enrosia sat, a sheathed blade in his lap as he satred upon it. Without a word he stood up and placed it in as case and slid it unsder his resting place. He looked ou the window to see fires from afar comming at fires bthat seemed to be coming this way. FE had won the initial battle. A new campfire appeared to ghis south, telling him that he trully had found allies in his company. A smile never crossed his face, He turned to his clerk, send our gratittude and tell them to name their pricce for mthier assistance....."



Pt. 5 The aftermath




"Faster! Let's go faster! We're going to miss the fun!" The yellow warrior pleaded to his men as they transported the menacing trebuchet and the wagons full of lifeless bodies. "Ashlon's going to get to have ll the fun and wont leave any for me!" It was obvious he disired to dig his sabers deep within flesh and soak teir cold steel into warm fresh blood.

"Sir we're going as fast as we can but the seige weapon and wagons are slowing us down." Arith's second in command answered. Arith knew it was true but he wanted to watch the big weapon cause rocks to crush the enemy like the bugs that they were. But he wanted to kill, more then anything. And why he still had the wagons of bodies along for the ride, no one was exactly sure.

"**** it! Burn the damned thing and dump the bodies into the river! The stream is running in their direction and we may as well let them know that Hellbound comes for more blood!

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Ashlon looked about the area as it littered with bodies, of those that represented multiple kindgoms. The remains of his light calvary slowly reformed their ranks behind the horsed knight, their loyalty ever so high in their lord. The black haired warrior, cleaned his blade without a word. His ranks were low and he knew that they wouldn't last much longer if they continued. Kraken Guard seemed to have Angel Fire in their grasps and no longer needed their assistance anyways. Ashlon was sure they wanted to pummel the lords that called themselves good as much as they could. "Very well, let us retreat men. Even if Angel Fire's soldiers do win, Fates End will need some line of defence."

Vengence withdrew then, crossing back over the bridge when he haulted. The crisp blue water was now stained with blood and bodies that were coming from upstream. The site slightly grossed the forest clad knight, but he know these actions all to well. "Heh, Arith seems to be on his way. Lets get going."

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"Enroshia! It's Arith, he has been defeated and is severly wounded! and Inirtas has returned from the forest!"

The King turned and looked at the messenger, Kip, Killalen's champion knight. Enroshia's mind went blank as the color went out of his face. Arith was hurt bad? The lunatic was one of his best men and his closest freind. Now he was on the brink of death? Anger appeared on the warrior's visage as he was becoming irate.

"Calm down my freind", The white clad golden haired elf had entered the room, softening Enroshia's hardened look. "Arith is being healed as we speak and will be fine in no time. Ashlon has left with his few men to collect resources. His wounds are healed as well."

"Are you sure?"

"I am. Just be glad the fight is over and we're all still here." A smile appeared on the face of Inirtas as he offered Enroshia some form of happiness. "Our men did show that we aren't going to just lie down and be walked on"

Enroshia nodded as he collapsed in his seat, Baby laying down at his feet as he did. "This is getting tough."






Pt. 6Tears...decisions.. and tomoatoes




Enroshia looked on at the wall that held his treasured weapons. His crimson eyes were on his newest prize, apowerful Scimitar, that he had found on his last venture into the Everdeep Forest. Well he hadn't actually found it, Ashlon had while he was on a sojourm deep within, and had informed the crimson feind where he had seen it. His cool calm eyes adjusted towards the one of the weapons that had been singled out. It was a blade of similiar design, as were all scimitar's, but this blade was known to be feel weightless, in Enroshia's hands, yet no one else seemed to have the ability to even lift it.

Enroshia knew why.

The blade had been blessed to him and him alone, by the very first tears of the one closest to his heart. Yet after the magnifecient blade had been blessed, the rogue warrior, had never used it in battle again. It's twin however, had been mourned and bathed in the blood of others he had once 'cherished'.

The blade on the wall had been renamed Solo, after it had been blessed. The one that he still carried, had been reknown as VAKER, the first initial of those it was represented to mourn.

A tear fell from his eye as he remembered.

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Ashlon sat quietly, while him and his men , pondering the events that had passed. He had received word that Sir Kip's army had been ambushed by the very Kingdom that they had called allies. What was more, It was Kraken Hazen's, the King of Kraken Guard, own knight that led the vicous assault. Sir Kip's army was serverly out numbered. Ashlon knew all to well that his comrad would have fled, without any bloodshed. All of it over agriculture. Ashlon had sent a few men to verify and gather the body of Kip, in hopes to preserve his life and see him revived, and had them escort him directly back to the kingdom.

He had stayed where he was because his men had been sent here to hold and gather resources, as they were near another ally of another Kingdom. He was worried they would come at them, but hadn't.

The Forest green clad warrior thought about the small war that had tooken place. They had removed themselves from battle and sent word towards Fates End, only to meet up with a messenger telling them where to head and meet with Sir Kip at and to harvest resources. They had been given orders to rendevue and discuss their actions on promised resources and those free. The promised resource had been occupied by Kraken Guard, so the Knight chose two desolate recoirces.

Ashlon let out a sigh, wondering what Enroshia thought about his 'allies'. He had had enough of it all and stood up, with everyone looking at him.

"Grab what you can men, we move soon." The orders had said that they were given full options to decide their movement, and he was going to see that his men were safe.

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Arith's mind raced as they moved along. The memories of how all except one feared to cross the bridge of crimson waters, which he had created. Some called it an omen, but he found it a perfect setting. He moved forward, his sabers thirsting, and his men confident in their leige. They heard battling over the hill and nwithout a second thought, they charged, the ocean of people they saw, had ben mostly AngelFire's men and they were swarmed. Arith killed as many as his death sabers could take, but they were outnumbered, and he couldn't take them all, or make jthe difference. He heard the cheer from across the feild, and knew his only ally had finally fell.

He would not give up, and hoped for some sort of assistince from those he had passed, yet he had found none. Before he knew it blood was pouring out of him from everywhich way he could turn. He knew he was done. Yet he wouldnt give in, until his body gave out. Before he passed out, his eye looked north and his lips muttered, "Et tu freinds?"

He had awoke with freinds at his side but desired vengance on both sides. He Had been denied and had been put on scout duty.

Which he was on now.

"Sire, a small encampment lies below."

Arith looked down and spotted the small horde near a cave. "Gremlins he mutterd."

"Actually sire, They are Goblins."

Arith looked at the man who attempted to correct him.

'Thats what I said, Gremlins."

"You mean, Goblins sire." The youth was new and didn't understand Arith at all. As of that moment he thought him to be stupid and felt justified as he saw a few nods from the crowd near him.

"What the hell do you think I said just then, dammit!?" Demanded Arith.

"You said Gremlins, I said Goblins, Sire."

Arith blinked, "You say Gremlins, I say mother ****ing Orcs!"

The young man blinked bnot paying notice the waves and shakes of the others, "But I said goblins."







Pt. 7 The old past revived...




As the tear fell he remembered the days that led to it.
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Enroshia heard the rustling, the repeated moans that rang into the air. Curiosity got the best of the fighter. He had to find out what or who was making the noise. He moved swiftly and quietly through the woods towards the sounds. He peered from behind a bush, his eyes caught on something he wished to have never seen.

Entwined were the bare bodies of Kumia, and Furear. Furear held the dame up against the tree, moving in and out of her at great pace. The moans were not moans of pain or distress, but of ecstacy and pleasure. The warrior wanted to run in and kill them where they stood but he stood his ground. He went to turn flee from the area but saw Kumia smile, look at him and wink. Had he seen things? Did she actually see him and wink? No. Couldn't have. He took off, running from what he had saw, hoping he was imagining things. Anger, heartache and pain rushed his mind.
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"Did you like it", came a call from behind. Enroshia sat at the river, dazed. He just stared into the sky. He turned his head slightly only to see Kumia coming towards him. She wore nothing still. Enroshia turned to watch the stars once again. The sight of her only created more confused emotions. As she passed by him he caught glimpse of her back, it was raw and bloody. Enroshia knew exactly from what.

She entered the water and turned back to him. "Well?"

"Well what", his tone was of anger.

-Did you like what you saw in the opening?-

Enroshia couldn't speak. She had winked at him! The memory of the thoughts only made him tremble at the thought.

"Come now Enroshia, don't tell me you are at a loss of words", she cooed to him, enjoying every moment of his torment. "I remember when you use to take me like that. Don't you? That could have been you tonight. But no, you had to ignore me and hurt me. How does it feel to know the pain? Tell me Enroshia."

The warrior said nothing. Only a tear fell from his eye.

"You're crying? That's not the Enroshia I know. Get mad, get angry! What if told you he was a better lover then you? Does that make you mad? 'Cause he is."

Enroshia couldn't take it anymore, he stood up, more tears in his eyes. And turned away.

"Come now, don't leave. Come join me, in the water, take me right here."

The comment hit it's mark, it was an insult to the fighter and Fumia knew it. "Fuck you", that's all that came from his lips as he left.
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He stood there, his eyes fixated upon her body. She laid there without motion. The sword stood abrupt in her chest. The clothing around the blade soaked the crimson liquid around the wound. Beneath her came a pool of the same blood. She was gone from this plane, he knew. Her fate had been sealed by 'his' sword! All he could do was just stand there, frozen in that single moment.

Kumia had once been his lover, but no more. He was more surprised of how he felt then her death. It wasn't as strong as it should have been. Her words of the previous night still echoed in his head. Ironic it was how her new lover, had killed her with Enroshia's own sword.

Reality came back to him, he still had to protect Easin and Rofgoh. He caught sight of his foe leaping into the air, preparing another assault on the two. In a calm sickening manor, he approahced the dead body, and pulled the sword from Kumia's chest. He looked at her once again. "I'm not going to kill him for taking your life. You don't deserve my vengence. But I will kill him none-the-less. Easin and her brother, deserve my protection. That is why I will kill him."
---

The crimson feind wiped the tears away as the door opened up behind him. He whipped about to find Inirtias standing there, his gaze seemingly bewildered.

"Enroshia, I don't know how to tell you, this but...", began the shocked elf.
"What is it?"

"Kumia.... she's here, in the kingdom, heading this way." Finished Inirtas. He knew she had been killed in that other realm as he was the one that had enchanted a fifth of Vaker with her blood for his comrad.

Kumia, thought the crimson feind, as his heart nearly stopped. She had been killed, but somehow had found herself on this plane, and had made it her business, to seek him out. He hadn't known whether to feel vengeful, or agry, but one thing was sure, he felt confused.






Pt. 8 Kumia and the Mandate!




Passerby's lined the courtyard to see what all the commotion was about. Rumors of their King and another in battle had them all curious and coming to see.

The white haired warrior stood at the ready as he looked on at the woman. Both seemed exhausted as they paused catching their breath before another bout. No words had yet to be exchanged, as the crimson clad feind had rushed out of his throne room to head off the wench. At the sight of her, the feind had unsheathed the bloodmounred blade and had attacked. The feiry haired, blue eyed maiden went to the defence, dodging every swing that came at her.

It had stayed this way for several minutes, until their stamina had slightly diminshed. Now they stared each other, glares of fury erupted from their hardened visages.

"So quick to stop? That isn't the Enroshia I know."

"Go die", came the low growl of anger trough gritted teeth.

"Been there, did that", she spat with a feindful smile. "Or did you forget?"

"Then do it again!" Enro leapt, flipping Vaker in his hands as a means to come with an angled slash right across the chest of the wench. Kumia, however, had other plans, and with the snap of a wrist, a chained single handed scythe whipped at Enroshia, digging deep into his left shoulder. The wound was enough to collapse the target of the unexpected counter in mid-air, and the warrior hit the ground in a roll. The initial assault wasn't what made the weapon assault so bad, it was what happened next as Fates Conquerer kneeled their, that wsas the worst part.

A second snap had the scythe ripping out of flesh and coming back into her hand, ready for a second strike. Enroshia just knelt their, his crimson eyes watching and waiting, not letting out a a simple yelp as he clutched at the wound with one hand, and kept the curved blade in his other.

It was the silver clad Inirtas that made the next move as he strode from the sidelines. "I beleive that is enough, and I shall not allow you to continue any fourther, Kumia" As he spoke his eye caught Ashlon coming in from the side and Arith coming in from the rear of the rogustress. She knew they were coming to and her eyes shot from Inirtas, to Ashlon, only to land on Arith. She knew his ever ready to kill instinct and without even thinking, she let go of her stance and began to roll the chain of her weapon up.

"As I said," her voice rang calm and quiet in the ears of all around, "I have died before, and I do not wish to meet that fate again."

Inirtas gave a solemn nod but his eyes shifted towards quick approaching footstepd where heard from behind the gathered spectators. His great hearing and vision always made him ever alert on the happenings about him. "I think these matters should be put aside for now", he spoke calmly to those around as he noticed the emblem of The Church upon the messengers breastplate. Enroshia stood, his face wincing slightly as the messenger approached with more then just curious glances of the scene about him. Sheathing the sword, the renegade remained silent, as his pride seemed dampered from being wounded ber her of all people.

"M'lord I have a Mandate from The Church, signed by the Pope himself to be issued to all the Kings and lords of the Land."

The crimson feind already knew he didn't like the sound of it even if he hadn't heard what the Mandate was. Gritting his teeth, he gave a nod for the messenger to continue. He could see Arith and AShlon had moved closer as Kumia hadn't moved at all. Arith had placed his hands behind his back, possibly ready to put some meaning behind, 'Killing the messneger'. Ashlon had grabbed his arm with a shake of his head.

"By order of Docet 368, The Church has issueda Mandate stating that no King, nor Lord, shall succeed the set limit of hounds in their control. The set limit is ratioed one to one by the same Ranking System that is used on the same battlegrounds. If ye have more the the set limit ye have until the rise of the morrow to free them."

Enroshia stood there, trying to take it all in but he wasn't able to process what he had heard. His mind rabmled on in a whirl of mystery.

"What did he say?" Came the yellow knight as he tossed a questionable gesture towards Ashlon.

"Arith, he just said that Enroshia is classed at Eight by the scribes at the moment in skill and battlefare, so he is only allowed Eight hounds, and must get rid of the others."

Arith looked from Ashlon, to Enroshia, then to the messenger, then back to Ashlon."Oh, shit!"

Ashlon nodded and leaned close to the messenger, "You'd better get out of here fast, if you value your life. As soon as it really kicks into Arith's head what you have just said, he will be looking to plant his sabers into your back, If Lord Enroshia, doesn't get to you first."

Ashlon grabbed the Grey robed man, and pulled him out of the scene, to see that he had a chance that he leave with his life. Inirtas was the one to move next, passing by Enroshia, who still hadn't had the message sink through yet.

"I'll see to Kumia, while you see to that wound, then to the new Decree of the Church."

Kumia who stood listening, only nodded and follwed the elf.

Enroshia turned behind him and stared at the lone figure who had been there the whole time, her head half cocking as he looked at her. The look in her eyes was nothing but pure love and loyalty. How could he explain that she would be loosing many of her companions this eve. <

Pt. 12 FOR GREMLIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




They rode on, stamping the grass along their wake, their trail obvious as they were many. The wind whipped about their armor as they ducked low, moving swiftly. Arith caught eye of a second flock of horses coming near them and he let out a low growl as he remembered just a few days before.

----
"Arith, these horses are a gift of allegiance, and a an oath to turn the tides", spoke Enroshia, as they looked on in the pasture at the magnificent steeds. The yellow clad warrior just stood there, quietly listening to his lord and long time freind.

-I know you're one hell of a fighter, and are truly skilled on the feild, but I think for the upcoming event, you should focus on reaching your destination, more so, then letting the world know our name. Perhaps you could do as you did that day, that gave you the name Storm Runner, when you rushed towards the town of Kreashuo..-

Arith turned from the horses to raise an eye at his comrade who, for once, had a gentle smile upon his face.

"I mean, lets try to come home with as many men as ye can, so that it can better fit us in the long end, y'know?"

Arith only gave a slight nod, all to well understanding.
----

The colors of the calvary were of Knights Eternal, and the commander he noted, was known as the Avatar of War. Any other day, Arith would 've gladly accepted, but now was not the time. To his amazement, he didn't see battle then though, as it seemed their veiw of each other, was only to cross paths as they took seperate routes. Arith felt the weight lift off his shoulders.
----

"Sir, it seems there is an army ahead", came a scout that had moved ahead nd had come back.

"Well, go tell them to get out of the way," Arith retorted.

The scout only paused, unuse to Arith's blankness. "Sir, I dont think I can make it to...do that, sir."

"Fine, run them over then! We aren't stopping", The yellow warrior hollered.

"But sir, they represent the Church!" Protested the scout.

Arith didn't seem to get the hint, "Fine run them over and leave not a one alive!!!"

They charged on as the scout gave up and slid into the feild. As arith saw those standing on the bridge he ducked lower hiding from the win, allowing for his horse to go a bit swifter. As he came upon the small army, he rose with his fangs bearing and the momentum that they slowed semmed to last forever to him as he slashed through the crowd making sure that they fell with every slice until he had cleared the obstacle and entered the heavy grass. He heard the rumble of his horses and never looked back as he sheathed his bloody fangs.

-----
"What of them?" He demanded as they continued to move.

"They seemed to ahve got around us and found the Church waiting at them at the bridge. They fought and retreated sir!"

The golden warrior let out a sigh, knowing how much Enroshia had respected them.

"In the end, its not my problem. But let us show them how the Storm Riders do it!"

Again they moved through and with much more ease did they cut through the ranks of the Church members.
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"Sir, we have word that the Church has set those that they found most foul and not deserving of the Church upon the bridges as to be a hinderance to all the Knigdoms that had entered." Yet another scout had appeared and spoke to the Commander.

Arith only smiled at the announcement, "So the Pope does love to see people slaughtered!?!?" The Storm Runner had groan comfortable and had even posed for several armies as they passed by, one of his favorites so far, was passing by an army representing Knights Eternal and shaking his bare ass as we went. while his own member has slowed down to ponder teir lords actions, he only offered them a simple few words, "I call that the Tooshie Ride By".

But he had just crossed the mountains and was in Angel Fire Terrirtoy, a few armies seemed to actually stand and watch him pass as he went. Respect? or Rules and fear of the Churches hell he had pondered but had never stopped.
----

Arith had ran ahead, as he had noticed his steed had a wound at the leg and it was getting worst, Nujak was his name. And now he alone came to face the final bridge alone.

"One last ride, my friend", He whispered to the horse and as he approached the bridge, his horse, collapsed, an arrow had hit him square in the wounded limb. Arith tumbled with the blow and rose up to hiss feet to find that it was the commander of the rag tag squad that had fired the bolt with a grin on his face. To add insult to injury, the Condemend soldier fired a second into the downed horse's cranium.

Arith, who had watched the bolt pass him and finish off his steed, turned and asnwered the mockery by unsheathing his Lightning Fangs. He stared down over a hundred men as his eyes bored deep into the sockets of his rival.

"For Gremlin!!!!"

Arith took off at his roar cry, slashing amongst the midst of the cloud of foe. fior ever 3 kills he got, he felt a laceeration upon himself. In usual battle, he didnt have so many about him and could repel those that did come at him. But he was only one man on a hundred, and the devious commander found pleasure in feeding his own blad a few times. Thats when he heard the rumble. the Storm Rider did, only to be answered be a deep bolt within himself.

Arith whirled about to stare in the eyes of a horse that he was unfamiliar of before he passed.

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He returned groggy limp upon a steed, the very steed that was whot with brown and black blotches upon it. He felt his wounds ache and releive as he looked to see his second in command, and a prest riding along side him, the rumble right behind him. They were in the snow he knew and now he haeard a different storm.

As only one member of our army reaches the destination, we win. Still wounded, he jerked the steed about and called for two hundred men to follow him as the rest moved on.

Arith soon realized that it was the Avatar of War that was now trailing them, and instead of excitement he felt dread folowed by out rage.

The outnumbered men charged them head on and Arith met the commander head on.

Arith had leapt from his steed and actually slammed his hellow helm into the chin of the Avatar.releasing them both from the steeds. Arith drew his sabers and lashed out violently and the single weilding warrior blocked for dear life. Arith scored hit for hit time after time, but he knew he wouldnt last. His yeloow armor became soaked with more blood and it didn't help when he collapsed upon the snow.

He heard the rumber again as he felt himself lifted off the ground and thrown upon his previous steed.

"You did well sir, we've covered much ground agaisnt them and Angel Fire is now nearing them."

What did Arith care about any of them? They all had assaulted his kingdom, thinking they were better then them. He smiled beneath the mask, blood ushered forth and as he was about to fall out he mutterd, "Kajun, fly... for... gr...em...lin."

His eyes caught the finish line, it was unbroken, he had done his best to make it there..

He had done his best.

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He came to as everyone around te kingdom was cheering his name within the courtyard. He was weakened, abd badly bruised but he would answer Fate no matter how much blood he spat up.

Through his heart with his mask off his voiced echoed...

"FOR LYTHIA!!!-"

"FOR FATES END!!!"

"FOR GREMLINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He spewed more blood and passed out.



Pt.13 Call this the AMZ and be happy?



Enroshia looked deep into the eyes of his Lady and felt respect from her, but felt disapointment from himself. "I leave to create Fates End!"

He was dressed in a black cloak and tears filled his eyes as he was unsure if his actions were correct. He was creating Fattes End with enough followers but needed her blessing. She gave a slight nod and he tried to smile as the music began....
End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sudden dark is clear
Leading on your deaths construction
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you

He again found himself seeing her, as he knew she arleady knew... "We are going Evil! Hellsbane has made make this choice but we together... We shall never fight each other with out a forewarning... but I will return to your god one day!"

Tears poured from his eyes as he began to turn about, but from the eyes of the brown locked Queen, he saw a tear...

He had hurt her and hewas pissed at himself for doing so... but he would make it up to her..

Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master

The warrior stood stron as he had heard that he wa being attacked. Arith and AShlon had beeen snet to handle the problwem along with requests to KE and KG...
He felt weak doing so and shed more tears fore holding back...


Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you


Arith stood atop the Kgdom afront all his men declaring himself the one tio be defeated. Enroshia only nodded in agreement.



Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master



Enroshia approached his kingdom and showed VAKER as he needed their support




Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter, All I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
now your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too




Anzuma, and Kills lined the Yard as Enros fiollowers, presented their selves.....



Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master


Enroshia rose his blade as he was made the true King.....

"Sir! Lord Kip has been decimated!" Enroshia and Killalen whipped about angrily.

"Then they desired war against us!?" Enroshia was confused at the act and the silent lord remained silent though he wass pissed off. Enroshia knew by his eyes....



New blood joins this earth
And quikly he's subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules



"Sir They beat Arith! But he has returned, demanding more men so he can fight those known as the Red Reavers!!!" Enro heard the words an look down at baby before he spoke

"Let him! And inform Kip of his chance for vengance!" Enroshia was sure to let them know hell from the two...

And he did till KG played their dirty tactics..... and beat Fate's Ass to the gound... Kip and Arith were nothing to them.



With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away



Arith stood atop the kingdom showing hiis sabers.



What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been



Arith being the leader of the CannonBall Run atacked the Avatar, ony to find himself foolish... as hr was diced through



What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven



The Gold Dragon stood revived and swore hell upon that known as KE



They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me



The Crimson Feind took the sword with him as he met with the Queen... his ideas being unsure ans unclear as he plotted for hell upon evil....



What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been



Ashlon and Arith had defeated their third army.... Arith began souting cheers whike Ashlon knew their acts would become over themselves...



What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven



Word of Kumia being attacked hit Enroshia fast, and he sent Gromsor to intecept the issue...



You labeled me
I'll label you
So I dub the unforgiven



Gromsor met Alric's knight and with out word, detatched the problems head.....



...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need



Enroshia watched Arith AShlon and Gromnsor get desimated... and he knew they would soon be surrounded..



...and with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will



"Send our champions out with every army they can muster!" Enroshia knew this tactic coming up and wouldn;t play by theitr book... no he was much smarter then that



But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home



He rode with Anzuma and Inirtas by his side. Arith had chose to stay with Killalen, And they had a war plan , Arith annd Kills did...



...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one



Enrioshia looked at a stragler and haulted his men offering her tojoin his kingdom. Inirttias gave a few glances at the two as Enroshia learened that the stragler was known as Living Dead Girl. Her paleness gave her aura away and Enro made sure she was tooken care of....



...and my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will



The Crimson feind had found himself staring at Kumia and the strangler.



But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home



"You two look alike because you are Father and daughter" Stated Inirtas as he figured it out.... "This young lady is actually a princess! and is one of the two daughters that you and Kumia produced" Inirtas was always right and Enroshia was speechless.... the strangler was his daughter... one of them..... and he wspositive the other was in bthis land as well...



But i'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home



The Crimson Feind looked on at Inirtas and the one known as Living Dead Girl...Mirshia and Kirshia they were named. He was ubsure how he and Kumia would handle the situation, and only bowed himself to his own daughter.

"Enroshia, Dad, father, if you do that again im kicking you in the head."


Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam
Wherever I may roam

"Shall you name it? Even with Lord Arith missing?"
Mirshia knew her father like the back of her hand from the tales she had heard.
Enroshia looked down at her with a smile... "Until we can make it back... this is our home darlin... and we will honor this with the name of you, your sister's and Ariths bith place.... we will call this place Lyth!"

Mirshia smiled and hugged her father. He returned the hug as Kumia watche wuth a sky smile...